I Want Peace

And became her; the dew on her brow brought forth

More determination and décor

Her sigh held trapped desires

And her throbbing breath longed

To savor the delicious glory, draped in luxury

To drink in the entwined merriment

Her blazing eyes lapped up the tall structures –

Lavish promise-land on road – golden to her imagination

With treasures within

Her ageing hands fumbled to rearrange the weight

And the touch of coarseness cascaded her

With velvet thoughts of satiny curtains, cushy carpets

Ever-so fragrant homes where cool breeze

Through the open window caressed the cheek and time

Was aplenty to bask in the delicacies of life

Charming children laughed with their canaries

Took her mind back to the beseeching eyes

Of her own plaintive little ones

Her pace quickened, there was still a lot to do