Tasting Peace

It's like tasting peace

As if it could roll over my tongue -

Like vanilla pudding.

Going to you is like going to that place as a child

You always knew would be safe.

Like a grandmother's cottage

Where the hedge grows high

As you tread the path

of slippery stones.

If peace had it's own language

I would be able to speak it by now.

So different than English,

With all soft words and rolled "R"s

Like waterfalls.

After knowing you for a while

I think I am finally ready to speak it out loud.