Hour of Peace

The air around him tastes of time and wisdom

            he steps outside to a cool breeze of open opportunity and freedom

that he is so familiar with.

            This makes him smile

an old man’s comfort

 

He walks, his footsteps mark the worlds surface in the snow

            the white flies dance down from the clouds

to kiss the man’s face.

            This is his own world

his new ambience.

 

As he walks amongst the dreadlocked evergreens

            his mind is at a state of rest and peace

a memory he will never forget.

            For this is his

and only his.

 

This hour of peace