Peacefulness

Peacefulness is not a constant –

It comes and goes like raindrops down a window pane

It is warm as an embrace or silent as a whisper

It almost feels tangible, warm bread and butter held in the hand

Perhaps it is what we all seek as the years turn

Peacefulness is feeling still inside – safety (at last)

Sometimes days are darker but I trust in the knowledge that it will always return (if I let it)

Peacefulness is a ghost disappearing and smiling in night time wanderings

She smiles and I know there is nothing to fear when the time comes

The rain drops dry, leave a pattern, I wipe it away with a checkered cloth

Look through the trail it left and mark it in my letters.