At last peace has come,
\nlike a butterfly hovering
\nabove a flower.
\nPeace the length of a hair.
\nThe quiet between two bolts
\nof lightning.
\nPeople walk for peace.
\nRiot for peace.
\nGood will among brothers and sisters.
\nThe cusp between night and day
\nwhere for an instant,
\ntime goes away.
\nPeace, the sadness of twilight.
\nPeace, full of loneliness,
\nas if life was passing away.
\nAs if all dreams were ready to end,
\nand the ache of sunset
\nwas the peace inside a grave,
\nwhere goodbys are gone.<\/p>\n
Oaths of love have no more breath
\nto say them.
\nIt was this that hurt me last night,
\ngathering signs for a bazaar
\nnow over with.
\nStarting and stopping the car
\nas Mary picked them up,
\nfor next year.
\nMy life next year.
\nThe past going to sleep.
\nTime preparing a grave
\nfor the peace to come.
\nPeace on streets covered with sunset.
\nNo more war or argument,
\nand love
\nno longer there where I called to it,
\nfull of turmoil, passion and tears.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
At last peace has come, like a butterfly hovering above a flower. Peace the length of a hair. The quiet between two bolts of lightning.…<\/p>\n