Placid

My eyes have lost the fire
but have now a strange kindness
a projection of the answer
to a secret question only I know
the chill of the morning warmed only
with the softness of my gaze
The blaze has gone and left mere ash
soft as talc as it blows on the breeze
wafting away the ash of everything
but that gentle benevolence
as the time to fight has past
gone into shadowed history as if
it never was
I’m awash with calm in the eye of it all
a sad serenity accepting all that comes
with only stillness in my soul

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