Peace

Peace

Tranquil was the face
& quite was the race
Calm was the May
When I peacefully prayed…

Waiting for a distant way
I gathered the golden hay
In the middle of the farm
Shimmered a strange light
Above her left arm
As if it were twilight

A strange zeal surfaced…
As the heart burst out
Trying to hold the undefined
Before it tolerated the rout

The day passed by quickly
Never before had this happened
That it felt more prickly
In the span of my life

I could no longer walk
The relaxed way I talk
Anxiety was a bird in my excited nest
Which rested on my gratified branches
On the now disturbed trunk
Having deep roots of love…

It wasn’t much longer
Before wisdom came a breather
Expounding the discomfort
That occupied my weak fort
Devoid of the stolen services of its peace…