In a groove

shelter on the horizon,

keep flying forward.

To imagine peace

might be a resolve

all of our selfish need,

suddenly a gifted memory.

~

Searching windows to the world

streetlights slow signal

another dusk,

somewhere in the world

there’s a passing breath.

We go forward

as our lives only afford,

how is then we decide

to stay behind the crowd

when anticipating loss.

~

I do wish for a recognizable tour,

somewhere suggests,

this is the proper avenue,

the place we speak with a freedom

to contribute,

no taking allowed.

~

Seek out the everlasting gift

time in motion,

that is a beautiful thing,

when we know there is peace in words.