I Miss It

I Miss It.

The space you create

Replete with peace, your milieu

Steadies the jarred pace of an endless mind.

A casual calling to cease fire on self-destruction.

Your very presence embarks a race in filling shadows of doubt.

The calm flare in the caprice of your kindness is astounding.

Comfort draped like woven lace shields from evil’s glare.

Your compassion, a crease in the devil's tale.

Carrying a valise of gentle reprieve

You erase the pain of others despite your own.

Decease mindless rage.

Displace ego to grant the

Release of another's suffering.

With grace, you gift hope.

You are a masterpiece of mankind.

Oblivious to the slipcase you provide,

To the trail of fleece your mindfulness laid at my feet.

I miss it.

The magic you emit.