Sunset fires the sky with red around the bay,
Twilight beckons, ceding forth the night.
Boats return in peace, quiet for the day,
The ripples of the sea, a silent sight.

Peace charms not the heart, torn and broke with pain
A weary spirit watching, gently weeps
What could mend the heart to make it love again?
The dove of peace embraces rest and sleeps.

Dawn brings forth the sun, quiet now the ache
The spirit, caught and sighing, freedom seeks.
Darkness of night, does not a warm heart break.
In torment, lost and lonely, how it speaks

Peace will touch your heart and fly out to sea
Love in purest form will set your spirit free.

©Tanith McKlane