Peace should look like a calm sea.
Dragons breath curling over mountains.
Sunset on a cloudy day.
Like a child’s smile or a lovers kiss.
still bound to slender branches.
An empty nest waits.
Caught in dark branches
hangs a shimmering lantern
of moonlit magic.
The first shaky steps of a toddler.
The shy quiet walk of the child.
The stride of teenage angst.
The exuberant speed of college years.
The hesitant knock on the doors of work.
The confident stalk of skills learnt.
Then the world spins, changes, takes us with it.
Insecurity follows as opinions oppose.
Opposition grows as hatred flows.
Reason cries and hope dies.
Voices rise in protest.
Then we look in the mirror.
Grey faced, worried eyes.
A slow halting walk.
Age makes us.