Peace of Time

My quiver of points are gathering dust

these days.

Righteous riots release on tide of days.

Time has softened their sharp edges, and breathes cool through chafed thoughts.

My anger no longer of consequence.

It feels like warm taffy sometimes to just let go and melt into you.

There, the rights and wrongs recede into nothing.

Time has made moot their once urgent itch.

And in the peace of time I will come to you

naked,

like a child

Borne anew on the strands of time