i hope my words are strange and wondrous,

like kisses that quiet all things superfluous,

so that we can all stop and

listen

like a friend who holds your hand and says nothing more.

peace happens when the butterflies leave,

replaced by a solidarity that cannot be shaken,

and a profound sense of self-awareness

in the beauty of the moment.

peace unfolds like an origami rose,

traces of lines that defined what you once were

are now faded, but thats okay because

you have another chance to start anew.

i followed these cityline stars,

and i think of other times they took me to dance,

i went.

are you out there tracing the skylights?

crying over a broken heart?

did you know i was here watching,

and i saw your tears through the sky?

this is me sending you peace.

and love.

and all things good and wonderful.

for no other reason except we had a moment, where our eyes

both wished upon the same star.