Tuesday, January 3, 2012

seed of happiness and peace

seed of happiness and peace

“’I think. . .that I would rather recollect a life mis-spent on fragile things than spent avoiding moral debt.’. . .
There are so many fragile things, after all. People break so easily, and so do dreams and hearts.”
Neil Gaiman, Introduction, fragile things


this seed of happiness and peace
between us or that could be

must not be denied forgotten or tossed aside
hidden again and again

by the desert moments around us
where we forget to be


i have gathered all of these objects
wooden and painted

and i am sanding away at the veneer
to the bare grain

to polish these things of us together
shiny as peace


and there in was my error:

i failed to see your fragility
mirrored like mine and ours
there in your eyes always before me
masked by your bravado and smile

and i was always a man trying
to weave lace out of emeralds
his hands and mind frantic and closed
like a fist around your heart and throat


this seed of happiness and peace cannot grow
beneath this boot heel planted in the ground

let’s walk away together hand in hand and humming
with faith that this seed will rise green and blooming

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