Our peace

I looked at the horrible faces,
agnostic,
I look at the beautiful faces,
pristine,
I looked for a summer in the midst of winter,
and for repose in a gruelling duel with death and oblivion.

I looked for salvation,
looked outside the door for breath and bread.

I looked towards the sun,
and inwards,
and moved upwards and moved closer to the stars,
within the cyclone of your scars,
within the summer of your love.

I looked before overlooking anything,
and beyond hope,
and before tomorrow and happy as I was
I kissed life on the chicks and sat
next to a pumpkin
and read limericks.

I looked within your eyes and tried to find out if they were true,
and since they were true I looked further into your heart,
and without further I do I said can we be one?

I sat under the bodhi tree and said can I be a bodhisattva,  
and I was open to love and open to desire,
and open to freedom of movement
and the amorous rain fell on my toes and it felt so free.

I looked into your eyes and within your heart and saw love,
and saw possibility and discovery and laughter.

For I had tasted your love so much,
and tasted your dreams in my sleep.

I looked within you, within me, and tried to find your peace,
our peace.