Thank you...
for the smile you bestowed,
a return to serenity,
for quiet words exchanged
in longed for tranquility.
In peace, the snowy dove arrives
bearing juice laden peridot,
the blessed nectar trickling
down a parched and eager throat.
Its soothing trails absorbed within,
dousing flames of enmity,
and with each convulsive swallow
I am lifted closer to being free.