ONE CORD

One chord of thought
sung between several souls
of notes which blend in balance
and create a serenade of cessation
against the cymbals of disquieting refrain
from tongues clashing in their lascivious lashes.

Peace rises from the battlefield of wills
where blood of self was shed in viscous stabs,
because the heart at war surrender to a love's clarion call
swelling deep beneath one's armor of distrust.

Sun of tranquility sails across the serene tapestry
adorned by thickets of unity's foliage,
always distinct in the individual identity,
but entwined in their blossoms
for the sake of beauty's bond in wholeness.