My Favorite Nights

Peace

Peace has laid her head on my bosom once again.

My long good friend, peace.

My scarce counterpart.

You have come once again.

What should I serve you?

Water? Or a sip of my fine wine?

“If I don’t treat peace right, she may not come in a long time.

She will run off once again, and desert me for a while.”

Tonight, I shall not sleep.

I will put sticks in between my eyelids;

I will lay on the cold bare floor,

Just to keep my body awake

I must savor every moment with peace,

I must keep every second alive

Because by morning,

She will be gone

And I will be hollow again, awaiting her return.