You face is
sometimes a mask-
unrevealing and still.
Sometimes it's like the sun-
glowing and life-supporting.
Sometimes it's a mirror-
reflecting my hopes and dreams.
Sometimes it's a window-
with vision and clarity.
Sometimes it's just plain-
stunning and I have to
remember to breathe
when I look at you.

I finally found peace- between the soft young petals of a rose bud, between the two gently rising waves of the sea, between two fresh unwritten A4 sheets, between the storms of yesterday and the calm of tomorrow, between two grains of rice stuck together in solidarity.. And most of all I found peace betwixt the inner recesses of my heart where you triumphed and forfeited.