Her Marriage Song

Peace goes as the wind flows to the east
Music sings her wishful song of ease
A curious sound through the listening ears
The smoke from my lips glides as the tangible witness

Then silence bridles into scene in secret
Whispering thoughts and canny notions
The motion of serentity emerges off my pipe
Still the song of the river below me, hype

Then He rises from His chair
In marriage with the song of the air
No more smoke is left but faith
For He and her are joined in love

What is left, but a land of promise?
The land meant for all called ‘Home’
Is it so hard to find and keep?
No, it is hidden within the deep.


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