A Separate Peace

March 12, 2009
Gentle glades and spring flowers
blue skies and still water
the sun gives everything a golden sheen
while living serene and simple dreams.

Nature's sweet melody- tugs the strings of the soul within
a song devoid of any conceived sin
musical notes of this imagined world blow across the wind
a note that no human voice can quite pin.

A vortex opens in the midst of the picturesque landscape
and a portal opens into frightening reality.

Dark clouds of smog hover in the sky- blocking the sun
the golden sheen is gone- your dream is done.
Blood flows down the glade of torment
the echoes of screams and sounds of war are continuant.

No quiet, no beauty in this other place
a landscape structured by distaste.
Two worlds so similar- but differences do not cease
each have their own separate peace.

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