War and Peace

Oh my soul

I am weary

The poet

The warrior

The man in me

Longs for the quiet hour

Speak treason to me

And tell me I have done enough

Sometimes

I am so soul weary

And ache for that which is my own

Gentle be

And whisper that I lay my burdens by

And retire from all that I fight

Into the shelter of your arms

Tender moments while they last

And draw from me the weary of my soul

And give sweet peace

You who are the calm within my storm

Use soft words to weave the silence into feeling

Fair as your arms about me

And the scent of you

So near

To remind me I am loved.