Return To Peace

The dice are cast. You watch them As they tumble slowly away, into the swale Where you rush to search for them. But as you push away the sharp blades There are only stones, wiped clean of numbers, Your compass obliterated by the salt tears Of the stars which rain like tiny feathers at night But contain the weight of elephants and Burden the soul with unfinished dreams And feelings too vast to be encompassed In flesh and skin and bone and sinew, So break the bonds of gravity and soar To where, in the formless void, The mind’s corrosive static slowly dims, Soft spoken syllables, faint music of a laugh, The essence of a presence, though unseen, Float through the ether, falling like kisses On that inner ear of memory, and birds Trill echoes to soothe the heart.