Saturday, December 17, 2016

Perfect Peace

When the moon, still aglow, is bedded down
                In a haze of clouds as her blanket,
Her glowing dance among the stage of stars,
                Graceful and bold, now completed
               
Before the sun whispers dawn in the east,
                And peeks over his shoulder
Then rise, chase, shout, pause and burn,
                The chariot’s full pace, yet to begin.

There is this pause, a quiet moment,
                Between the breaths of day and night,
Between Earth’s heartbeats, a silence,
                A stillness, a rest, a perfect peace.

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