All the waits

Peace is the wave coming to hug the shore.
Invariably, it will come. 

Dreams are the root of all the waits; and 
while we wait we draw the night
in charcoal and dust.
Our lips burnt with desire.
Our eyes stung by loss. 

Cut me open.
My blood flows like summer.
One drop can melt the deepest winter.
One drop can drown the sea.
My tears swallow the universe whole.

In between night and day
Between reality and illusions
In the silence that awakes
My thoughts could write a library 
My words could eclipse the moon.
I linger on the edge; 
of love, 
of freedom, 
of death. 

Peace is the sun bowing down to kiss the ocean.
Inevitably, it will come.