SOLACE

soul bows being blessed by own god

as the  grief mills through light of bliss

heart hurtles home embarking upon joy       

mighty sword of solace cuddles to flow

joy seems to smack of utter innocence

as my mother taught me each curve of alphabets

cadence of joy  seems to see enlightened aura

as time and again night seems to hide blue void,

heart blooms to brim by hales of freshness renewed

earth when inhales swanky breeze to besmear

by the sunny days of hope dream respires to harvest

soul when talks to green  of leaf for sun to admire.