Innermost Peace

No boundary between, No divide at all, Just a swirling, Flowing open and hall. In the stillness of night, With no beam of light, I look for peace, But it slithers away like cheese. In the slow pace of life, The peace is cut with a knife, It is pushed to a side, Which will never bind. The life without peace is like a shadow, Placed in a dark medow, With extreme sorrow, Which no one will ever borrow.