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

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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

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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

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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