Peace

She smells like a hot cup of Nescafé Her surface light brown smooth from milk She looks like the brightest star that struts proudly across the vast blue In her fluffy snow white slippers She sounds like noise that is drowned into the depths of old memory She is still and because of her safe silence My ears drum to every single heart beat As my thoughts sing audible melodies of questions and revelations Once you've tasted her storms turn into rain Her name is Peace with whom I'm infatuated with