THE VOICE OF PEACE
On the mountaintops of hope,
In the vastness, in the reality of action and vision,
On the patterned surface of mature eucalyptus trees,
On all tree trunks alive, on the branches of the future,
On ethereal olive trees of wisdom, of the dawn,
On the song of the wind scented by cypress trees,
On the olive trees of the soul, of mankind,
After the departure of autumn’s confusion
Along the railway tracks near the unfinished road
Of the nations, on the continents of life,
On the hope of village house rooftops,
On the staircases of expected light,
On mountainous footpaths of history,
On the rocky extensions of the heart,
On the memory of a past love affair,
In the warmth of ocean currents,
And underneath the waves.
In a future caress of affections, on the kiss of the day,
On the morning summer love affair of the sky,
On the expected existence of the future,
On yet unexplored ancient sites,
True, definite upon the earth,
On the water of the future,
At the spring of the truth,
On the earth of the body,
At the center of balance,
Precise upon the earth,
I find you powerful,
I discover your body,
In the deep ocean
Of my heart
Peace.
© ROULA POLLARD
