Paralleled Peace

The rain is falling.
The sun is rising.
The guitar plays serenely a song for us all to live by.
We share in the peace that is new every morning.
We have no reason to be peaceful, but we are.
We are gonna make it.
Clouds form a beautiful backdrop to our serenity.
The matte painting to our morning peace.
We enjoy the sight of the calm clouds.
Thick grey clouds and fog approach in the distance.
However, even as the clouds grow nearer and the rain falls harder, the son shines through.
The commons illuminate with a warm golden light, and yet the rain still falls.
In the sky there appears two vivid rainbows.
Two promises.
We are gonna make it.


The energy of the city at night fuels us all.
The smooth live jazz engulfs us.
We sit in silence.
We don't say a thing but we share it all.
Around us, couples and friends talk and laugh.
We are content to share.
Every note speaks.
Every chord sings.
We made it.
Every bob of the head and tap of the foot reassures us of that.
We made it.


This plane isn't going down.