Peace At Last Poem by LongJohn Abah

He was beaming full. She was beautiful

The wind gathers
Cooling the rustling of the grasses
The chirping of the crickets
The watching eyes of the stars

We sat lovingly on a smooth rock

The night thickens
Like little children, we looked up
Watching the half-plate-like moon
Traveling, slowly, quietly

For some seconds
The moon got lost
The air slew cold
Breathless, we coiled on each other

And the cloud openned.
Seeing paradise
With no word, our fight died
And we fell in love again.

A dreamy star stared. Approving.
Slowly, her eyes got filled
And her tears peeled
Mine gathered only

I held her
Her head on my shoulder
It was peace
At last.