A Piece Of
Peace and quiet.
Written on the wall, in pencil or a pen,
Shapes, styles, and systems,
The wherewithal, the where and when,
Aerial acrobats and rhythms.
Bouncing like a rubber ball,
Some fly high in the sky,
Hit the wall and that’s not all,
While some just walk on by.
Queues of news can blow a fuse,
The facts and then the fiction,
In disguise, it’s just a ruse,
To soil the satisfaction.
Places without traces,
A piece of peace and quiet,
The heart holds and embraces,
We step deftly into the night.
Into worlds of latitude,
The air, the sea, and the breeze,
A fresh and different attitude,
Knowing we’re at ease.
I ask the fast and furious,
To melt and drift away,
And engender the curious,
And find another way.
In the air the midday glare,
Softens as we speak,
A silent prayer of love and care,
Is harmony we seek.
In the wind song in the air,
Beside you whilst you sleep,
I’m here there and everywhere,
Into your mind, I creep.
©
David Rudder
2023
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