I came 
for love 
and stayed 
for peace 
having found 
the love 
I sought 
right here 
in me 
alongside peace 
and away
from people

Sometimes the best 
things are invisible 
no not clear 
for clear things 
are these things 
aren’t maybe a
vibe or feeling 
gut or hunch 
destiny despite odds
fate forever forgotten 
sometimes something’s are
no rhyme nor 
reason ever required 
you just know 
this is it

When does 
what did 
become the 
now do 
stepping into
rather than 
around or
over or
away when 
does the 
now do 
become the 
next new 
with you 
know who

A smile 
a laugh
a glint
in eye
a shyness
that invites
me closer 
brief respite 
from drudgery 
hands that 
delicately take 
and give 
a moment 
a sigh
a breath 
that warms 
this cold
heart making 
it think
that maybe 

We all are
the authors of
our own story 
others may paraphrase 
or even misquote 
but never let 
someone else edit
the book that 
you have lived 
long to write