Peace is this 
absence from but
not to a
breath a sigh 
whilst drifting upon 
pristinely calm water 
a quiet silence 
a gentle breeze 
and crooked smile 
a crisp bite 
into fleshy apple 
that echoes delight 
peace is that 
place oft dreamed 
but never quite 
found except here 

Sky so blue 
reminds me of 
eyes once knew 
pure little things
sparkling like sea
and the glass
that it made
and of horizon 
where dreams lay
out there beyond 
but this blue
disappears into white 
like those blues
once did too
behind alabaster lids
when they slept 

And from around 
a corner I
see the sun
but it doesn’t 
see me no 
it hides showing 
but a little 
on wall and 
floor from behind 
curtains and blinds 
that sun you 
see that we
is a timid
old fellow shy
he is far
too humble his
glare is hubris 

Tickle me pink
let me blush 
with laughter show
me embarrassing peals
and snorts and 
ugly pure glee 
tell me old
ones and new 
ones and bawdy
ones too don’t 
hold back never 
hold back jokes 
for laughter at
least to me 
is the trumpet 
of Heaven itself 
and one of 
the many songs 
of the soul

I remember 
fondly this
the footprints 
in freshly 
fallen snow 
leading me 
ahead to 
somewhere else 
that I 
just follow 
and find 
there you 
staring at
an evergreen 
saying yes
this is 
the one 
and we
this tree
and glee