Peace, Love & Still

Maybe it's in the exhale        
on waking from a bad dream to find that everything        
is as it was        
before you fell asleep        
        
or in 3am's gentle snow avoiding the window glass      
as dew iced for ballet        
and dancing to silence -        
the quiet, steady ringing manifested in stillness        
until you sip your riserva        
and break it        
        
Maybe it rests in your subconscious        
in the resonance of Earth's cycles        
the electromagnetic charge        
in the atmosphere -        
or the static rush and wane        
of waves        
pulsing through you        
crashing a heartbeat to claim your understanding        
that this        
here        
is home        
        
but whatever it is        
is most definitely unleashed in the explosion        
in all the burning        
thirst        
yearning of infatuation        
        
and captured in the calm        
of giving up      
   
   
   
*spoken excellently by Violet  
www.deepundergroundpoetry.com/poets/violet/*