Elusive
Elusive
In and out of peace I go,
like the tides that ebb and flow...
Just when I think I've got a grasp,
peace slips through my fisted clasp.
It is the strangest thing I know
that from this state I come and go...
I wonder if its like the wind...
that blows today, to then rescind,
or like the clouds that, fleeting, pass...
or helium, some inert gas...
Is peace akin to autumn rain
that comes and goes, then, comes again.
It is a mystery to me
how peace can settle in, then flee...
an elusive butterfly
that comes and goes with no goodbye!
Yes, in and out of peace I go,
like the tides that ebb and flow...
Just when I think I've got a grasp...
peace slips away and I'm agasp.