Looking For Peace

These feet have measured distances

Wild, unknown and dark

Pacing each day for softness

Running in oblivious echos.

These feet are tied with weights

Heavier than ever,

but would paddle across the stairs again.

It's would run, run through the red gateways and lilac skies

Plugs against the gravity of someone's love.

These feet would get wet on a rainy day

Where the cascading nails would appear gauze

It would splash on memories to come back in tiny polorodial images.

These feet would chase new heights

With its tiny flat plains rolling over and out

To encircle highs and lows.

And when at last when it feels soiled and rest

Where silence is Melody.

It would recognise the stones tied to it.

It would realise it has made a home.