It is late…
…my eyes are weary.
My thoughts turn to peace
after a troubled day.

What is peace to me, to you?

A hug to a child with fear.
Defusing silence.
A smile where there is none.
Looking across the bay at sunset.

Turning to the pen.
Listening to a song to smother sadness.
Imagining that place over the horizon.
Reassurance as velvet touch.

I am tired and I should sleep.
But I seek instead this peace,
as my mind wonders and wanders.

Recognising that this too shall pass.
A message of encouragement.
A joke, a laugh, a touch.
Throwing out joy like expensive perfume.

 

25/12/2024