Peace in Her Prayers

We sat in grass
Brown like her feet
She with her limes and me with sweets
Neither having peace
But for the other.

We saw things past
In things that are
While we waited
Looking within, while reaching above
For more

Her whispered prayers
Carried like the leaves we didn't trap
On soft winds to sunsets
Till they came back
Answering her with promises of better things.

I wrote this for the then-new year 2009. I reminded myself of it today for the days left of this year and those to come in the new one.

Peace and Love
-Keeta :)