Peace

The word once written,
Now softly spoken.

Some preach peace through dimension and doctrines,
Of plans for mankind and ways to breed the silence.
Lead us not into temptation, for there lies the storm of a thousand
Sleepless nights.

For every breath quickened by beauty therein lies a remedy for the sickness of the soul.

My girl preaches peace at her fingertips,
Electric promise and every smile turns to thunder on a faraway plain.

Worry to hunch the back of an army of men dissolves before her,
As she ties the concerns of a troubled youth into ribbons and sends them
Flying
From the white cliffs into nothing;
Youth and love perfectly congealed in the space between our skin.