The pursuit of peace

we wander the space,
caught on hallowed grounds
breathing in the air damp and clean
with feet that tread on softest grass
laying as far as eyes can see
a bed of comfort
home again.
A mind that see into forever,
gleaning the depths of lost souls
that carry the weight
of a thousand stones of heartbreak,
we test the waters
in pursuit of peace.
Nights of silence
broken occasionally by passing entities
rushing to find their way,
going somewhere,
nowhere in particular,
just zipping through the darkness
in search of more.
I breathe in the peace found
so far from the salted clouds
as memories in dreams seek attention
waking to find a comfort of sorts
in a well tuned instrument
of another day dawning,
with eyes that peer from sidelines
seeking to only understand
the changes afoot.
We return the old places,
like lost burial grounds of yesterday
we stand here amongst the familiar
yet sometimes find the soul that drifts
far afield amongst the wildflowers,
wandering in solitude
searching for comfort,
yearning for more.

On vacation with my love and the pups in the old hometwon, remembering the nature and seeing friends daily, sleeping like a babe, and loving the calm of this place.