 Saturday, June 12th 2004, by Marissa A Spencer
That Peace
I could sit in a room quietly
Listening to the sighing of breezes passing by the window
Peace spilling over me like melted ice cream
Cool and soft and flowingly clinging to my skin
That peace would be the air within me
And I would find it sweet
For those few precious fleeting moments
Memories of warm sunshine beaches
And walks ‘neath hanging bough-lined paths
Would warm that cool breeze
And raise my soul into the sun’s fire
Then I would evaporate
Dissipate into nothing
Dwindling into a soft sighing
Peace
© June 11, 2004 Marissa A Spencer
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