If it were when brothers marry sisters,
I'll swim a thousand seas to have you, Peace.
For in your ineffable hands my home is salted,
Brethren knotted in eternal communion.
Your serene voice is my lullaby which
Wakes me to a day red-carpeted by blessings.
Under the arms of dawn you paint my face fair
Like the smiling face of the day's governor.
Have you asked why my colleagues complain?
That my fleeting feet hastens home at a blink.
For the thought of you is the savor of pudding,
Feeds me to draw the rain of my muse
Falling as Niagara in unadulterated salinity,
Inspirations come to dine with me as guests
Who wets my consummated weeping nights
To conceive visions, born in ardent dayspring.
Let the aquatic belles sample their venusian pies,
Yet I won't be caressed away from your arms
For the faithful Father has betrothed you to me,
To Him I pray you will forever stay
As my young soul long to to kiss my grand kids
Who will frolic in the sweet harvest of my labour.
Peace! My peace, I'll forever have you,
Nothing my life wanted more.
22-06-2016
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