And peace

silent and gentle
As the blooming rose bush
Real as the scent they scent the air with
darker than the night
brighter than the day
far more true than the truth itself
it cites no arrival sign,
it leaves a mark, so much of pain
unimaginable
no one is hurt , the body shows no wound
the mind knows the bleeding of the soul
when his scythe reaps the soul
the turmoil of life ends, peace begins