The City of Peace
Audio for the poem (slightly different version)
She turns to me
and I stroke her
red hair. Softly
lay her head
on my lap while
I combed out
the small storms
tangeld in her
hair. She sleeps.
Peace is a city
both of us will
see so little of.
At least here in
this small apartment,
between the moments
that have no words
the city lights are
are outside our window
far off in the distance.



One Comment
slpmartin
Wonderful image to go with the poem.