Nothing to do 
all is done 
now to rest
watch the sun
soon the moon 
will quietly shine 
and the day
itself was fine 

It’s when 
and then 
that where
becomes here
and should 
becomes could
and then 
quietly would 
and still 
it will 
that’s until 

Peace is 
having nothing 
to do 
knowing that 
everything is 
already done 

I refuse 
flat out
to become 
enraged by 
the actions 
of others 
to defend 
my peace 
is to
ignore the 
bait set
by those 
most invested 
in cruelty 

Low sun breaks 
whites of eyes 
and disappears in
pools of brown 
making them glow
a burning amber 
as you turn 
a god is
looking at me 
and sweet nectar 
on moonlit lips 
I do see