I feel Peace.
In the frets of my guitar,
In your fingers, where they
touch me,
In your body, as I hold you,
In your mind; a still, deep pool.
I smell Peace.
In the thickness of your hair;
In flowers and in the
grass,
In the fire and in the earth,
And in the wind, as we run,
laughing.
I hear Peace.
From soft, sweet music,
In your laughter, when it is
real
In the singing of the birds,
In the rhythm of your sleeping
breath.
I want Peace!
To merge, to bring together,
To take the pieces, make
them one,
To give back, in one complete package,
And I know that this can
never be.
Will
Never
Be.
July, 1987, on a Sunday night, Hanover, NH. I remember that later that night we all went out and jumped off the 50 foot bridge over the CT river, "Ledgyard bridge," I believe it's called.
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