Self-Defense

Self-Defense

The calmness of the night

with no one

but me 

and the cat and the music

Sentient spirits

out of reach, out of time

feel my yearning

for soft waves, perfumed

in ozone

on a moonlit beach

Gentle, wafting breezes

carry me

Paradise is a state of mind

warm, loving seas

caressing care and callous

into quiescence

Some are born to battle

to die sadly on rocky

foreign terrain

If I could give them peace

If I could discover

words and gestures

to bind us all 

in peaceful, happy

equilibrium

I would so gladly reach out

so far my arms would break

I would sing above the fray,

sweetly, soulfully,

mesmerizing

I would open the walls

of Paradise

Would you enter?

Would you swim these delicious streams,

drink the nectar of precious dreams?

Would you be so happy

to play

swept away 

in sweet music?

Or grumblingly never

look past the sign:

No Weapons Allowed

?