A Solitude Called Peace

Amidst the sound

Of falling rain

Removing life
From earth again,
In gentle footsteps
On your mind
Are bitter words
That should sound kind.

The part of us

That life abhors
Will push us all
Through closing doors,
And yet protect us
From the sting
That always comes
When love begins.
 

But it’s too late

For feeling sad,
To dream of lives
We never had.
We’re too afraid
To see our wrong,
The crime in singing
A different song.

And yet there is

A subtle peace
That only comes
In deepest sleep;
From pain of love
This peace ensued
For love alone
Finds solitude.