I hear the whispers from the sky

        spores floating on winds of change

        hems of oceans unraveled in foam

        silver sprinkle of murmured breezes

I hear the whispers from the sky

        gentle sweetness on lips like wine

        peaceful silver waves in aqua sea

        gulls swooping low to catch reflections

I hear the whispers from the sky

        A thousand moons slipping into dawn

        echoed seaweed strewn on carpeted sand

        unhealed wounds washed clean by tides.

The beautiful blue sky glowed behind the soft white clouds drifting aimlessly across the distance landscape. Shadows danced gracefully over the green restful plains, blending the gentle light of morning,— offering a reprieve of the darkness that follows all our lives. Sleep is how we hide from the depth of our trials when we are alone in our dreams, hiding from despair. But your love is the guiding light that awakens the spirit of hope within no matter the blackness of the night. My treasure shared as we walk through the glory of togetherness. Your soft green eyes,— like pools of emeralds, sparkling with life,— calm my weary soul when the anxieties are too hard to bear. The touch of your hand and caressing embrace,— your soft voice is the breeze that refreshes and brings tranquility, warmed in your arms. You are my peace in a life of pain,— the restful scenery of pleasure, offering life to the tired soul. You are my meaning in a reservoir of doubt, the dream I awaken to that is my reality. My sanctuary where I am never alone, because you are always with me; and peace is the blessing I have been granted because I’m yours.

Peace is the calmness in the depths of your soul that wells up until all of you is consumed by this feeling, and it spills over onto other people.

Peace is feeling calm even in the worst of situations, with a steady assurance that God is there and watching out for you.

Peace is being wrapped up in a warm blanket by a window while storms are raging outside.

Peace is being loved and loving in return.

Last but not least, peace is peace.

What is peace?

Peace is a transition.

It's the calm before a storm, the in-between of endless wars, the still before the ripples, the silence before the noise, the moment when you're not sure if you're still dreaming.

Peace is relative, it's a comparison, a before and after picture.

It doesn't exist.

Peace is pace

Knowing what will happen

Or how to deal with it

Peace is the ability to handle

Whatever happens

However is happens

Peace is knowing that

You love yourself

Even if no one else does

Peace is a

Sense of calm

In the middle of turmoil

Peace is

Like the unending

Eye of a storm