Features of our lives can be forgotten

Lost in the mire of evaluation.

That which appears steady and quite wise

often lands freely in silent disguise.

Often in a fashion words come so calmly,

banter and rhythm speak delightfully,

drawn within the space of a wise master.

Likely spoken some stable reminder

that carries a scythe is spiritual. 

Oh when we know why it is surreal.

Always out of ear shot we certainly

emote such primal scream assuredly.

It is indeed a passionate release,

defends our lives in that quest is peace.