Peace

Peace followed me at a distance
as I became older
Peeking from behind quaking aspen
Watching me walk the path
Stubbing my foot,
tripping over obstacles,
I didn't see.

When she did hug me,
It was briefly and wonderful.
Like the kiss of the sun
Warm spring morning,
Rose scent on the breeze,
Released me and stepped back
Smiled.

But I haven't seen her
Not even her footprints are visible
Soft sand I've walked
Looking for her
Gentle rain covered them,
Perhaps she follows another
More deserving.

26 June 04


Dave

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