It’s missing.

Gone somewhere I cannot find it.

Or was it stolen?

Smuggled away in the night by a thief.

Taken without permission.

I’m searching.


I will have it again.

I will!


Lying on the crisp white sheets

Not moving a muscle.

Skin as pale as the moon,

Eyes glazed over.

Gone is the beauty of life.


The heart is still.

All muscles have relaxed.

Nothing stirs as the darkness covers the body,

Enveloping it in tendrils of wispy black.

Gone is the light of life.


Into the coffin,

A rose in the hands,

Dressed all in white to purify the soul.

Ebony lid closed forever.

Gone is the vision of life.


Deep down into the ground

Becoming one with Mother Earth once more.

Joining sisters and brothers in harmony

To finally begin life after death.

Gone is the human life.

The Peace is Gone

Standing on the edge of the world,
Watching the clouds float by.
Breathing it all in,
As you close your eyes,
And listen.

Suddenly peace is broken,
And the clouds burst open,
And drip, drip, drip,
Rain begins to fall,
And the wind roars.

Lightning crackles to the Earth,
Thunder rolls across the sky,
You pack up your things, sigh,
And leave.
The peace is gone.