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3 April 2013

i come in peace

peace. i come in peace.
where is my peace?
let us build peace.
let us make peace.

it has not found us,
for we've been hiding.
playing childish games.
biding our time.

let us find each other.
let us run into
each others arms.
let us hold peace.

carry it between us.
see each other through it.
magnify the sun with it.
let us bask in our peace.

 each morning   i come in peace   with one final kiss   looking for you   castle in the mist   Bakery Square   dreaming of you   airport   black and white   It must have been a dozen years since we last spoke.   Trudging down the street.   one more day   my guitar hands   what a night.   Why did they need both the Atlantic and the Pacific?   as this morning's light   the king