angels of peace

          out on the perilous sea of life giving lights

          a quartet of string heart nets captured me

          together as one limb branching out to grow

          falling into notes of silver and precious gold

          I absorbed every purple movement I could hold

          they passed through me in circle tingled heat waves

          almost born before distant brushing color combinations

          so subtle yet difficult to comprehend begining the sketch

          old sheets of past winter composition blew around them

          as the last of the leaves used a mouthpiece of koa to sing

          trees in heaven would join the strangers for a hot cup

          served by the quiet uneasy question of luck

          my heart struck my mind like simple chimes

          a freedom of unity agreed on this one thing

          our strange quirks all put aside to sing

          becoming angels of peace