There's always peace
In the heart of a storm
In the sky before a hurricane
In the gravel before the parade
In the eyes of a prey ,
In the movement of the predator
In the window sill beneath my elbows
In the heated cartridges
There's always Peace

Not Wrinkles
Not the scars of the past
Not frowns
Not the voice of yesterday
Not the darkness in my mirror
Not the charred grass I stand on
Not the faults ,the dreadful mistakes
Not the persistent ghosts of Failures

Only the lonely ripple
Calmly traversing
The cold river
Accepting the liberty
Embracing the solitude

Craving for the
Final chords of your guitar strings ,
For the loud whispers in the rain
Cold feet and warm hands

Heart secretly wanting the burn
The fire that's set by pain

My Love
Your Kindness is breaking Me
And all I ever wanted was to be Whole

Nights are stories
My granpa used to say
Look for them

Dragons, Fairies ,broken glasses ,
Tears , almond cookies , a single hand reached out , a Cheshire smile
You can see them all in the clouds
Look for them

Nights are stories
Live them when you are alive
Look up and see
My granpa used to say

HE SMIRKED AT HIS REFLECTION
IN THE TROPHIES AND THE CHEERS
                                    SHE SAID you're not the only one
                               SHE SIGHED you're not the first person
                                                         this will pass
      SHE LOOKED IN HIS EYES let it go


HE WEPT INTO HER CARDIGAN
BLURRED VISIONS OF BLACK AND GREY
FAINT MUSK OF DAISIES AND GRASS
                                SHE SAID you're not the only one
                               SHE SIGHED you're not the first person
                                                         this will pass
       SHE LOOKED IN HIS EYES  let it go