A Small Measure Of Peace

I watch the seasons pass
from the shelter of my mind
not out of reticence
but to keep my soul from escaping
into a perpetual winter
a total capitulation
for a small measure of peace

I've seen love in the bloom of Spring
emblazoned with the fire of passion
be quenched by Summer's torpor
to languish into the chill of Autumn
and become the dead of Winter
kisses frozen in the moment of rejection
temptations that are only words

Words as lonely as sleep
where dreams mock continuity
and promises of the other side of the pillow
are as hollow as the head that rest there
I pace the floor in regard to its evenness
but find no balance
I've lost touch with the gravity of my situation