Peace Seek.
Hearts trample down
barriers. Rhythmic chug
of emotional chaos.
I cannot find you,
God knows I've looked.
Today, a whisper
arrives at my door,
I raise eyelids, salt
encrusted blinds, see
of what it is they talk.
Utopia,
where negatives
never exist.
I claw at darkness.
Nails scrape empty air.
Nightmares arrive
and depart;
onward bound mailtrains
carry tidings of
my personal Utopia.
I must board one such train.
Step off;
into cool suburbs.
Echoes, laughter,
bare feet run through
thick summer air.
Down to remote
borders of gardens.
Down to shading trees
dipped in low
hissing streams.
This is my place,
deep in memories.
Somewhere I have
already passed by.
A game I used to play.
I sink onto the final step,
dabble hot toes in cool
water, drift away
from nightmare to peace.
© Berenice Dunford 2004/2005
