Sound of Peace

the cool air breathed in, floods the burning pain of the sorrow found inside

with every breath expelled, a gust of misty air dances with the moons stare

on dreams of blooming blossoms, that hang on trees in wait for frosts bite to take

tears from a crying sky that falls with a grace onto a tongue like children play

recalling the first, in every season when winter returns to taste, snowflakes

that tasteless treat that soothes like peppermint without the burn

eyes closed tight, they land like a kiss that melts, as does the heart

knowing the true sound of happiness is the sound of peace

when quiet fills space without hatred and fear

wishing arms would embrace the chill of loneliness

a blanket in moonlights emptiness

if it would be covered in a love of wholeness