I see him calm and quiet
some vacant looks an occasional smile
a desire to sing and ride perhaps that was peace ?
And then no more -the sunny warmth became cold
and I held on like Autumn leaves till I could no more hold
and let go of my hearts ocean,flooding through the eyes
what momentary joy it is,soon to change into ‘goodbyes’
For long silence prevails as peace lies scattered
crunched and crushed under laden feet,what
mattered,hope for return? hope for the smile?
nothing is visible for miles and miles,shattered
are dreams-which one should not see, nor recall-
There was a Fall, and all was lost-there will be a Fall
wither peace ? when time stood still and laughter filled
childhood play – from one war land to so many now-
blood flows more than the crimson leaves, holding on
to the trees or building castles in the sand- life stilled
wither peace…wither peace…within or where?