Peace upon the wind

Cut off the telephone
and grasp silence
when seagulls in white caps
come inland and shout love
to the Queen and take Eternity
as the heart asks pleasure.

A privilege yours:
you’re a spider
holding a silver ball
but be careful
and softly unwind
the yarn of pearl.

The width of life
by champagne waters
and we meet Heaven in a gaze
at a dazzling pace
and we pass the school
and we pass the shore
and we pass the setting sun
to reach Peace upon
the wind and pompous Joy.