Peace is a woman's lips
Wind wisps through milk sheets
A garden
Buzzing with pests.

It is hope through sorrow.
Peace is a plan fulfilled
Intuition
Bearing good fruit.

Peace is every moment
A sword drawn
Melted down
To form a chalice.

Peace is chaos organized
Set right to again be hounded
It is a lantern
Burning oil.

It is the promise of sunrise
Blood drawn in anger
Crusted and clot
On mesh fabric.

Peace is a scream toward sky
Cursing the God that made us
To realize
We are One.

Saturated with poison
A thorn in the heel
A burning lust for power
Peace is steel.

Peace, my friends
Is illusion
Is truth

It is life
It is death
It is cancer
It is youth.

Peace is within
Everything, everyone
Peace is our choice
Our release.