Peace in the World

One hand clapping in time to the music within the silence. The darkness recedes although there is wind with the rain. It is attention seeking, it will not stir. The darkness now darkens, the wind recedes, the rain takes centre stage. Candles burn as if in rebellion. The eyes engage with the view. There's a church in the distance and it is asking me for prayers. I turn to the moon, its love unconquered yet. The night is alive. It has won the day. The clock ticks on, in another eternity. Silence claws for appointment. Its a psychical moment. Earth is in control and the feeling is of strength and envelopement. And still it rains, and yet it rains in the darkness with the moon watching over in supervision. A moment is born that can not be evaded. It takes itself perfectly seriously. Memories are the only life around outside of the present world. Alas, they are but memories and perhaps were always fated to be so. Angels dance, horses play, its all in movement, until the movement returns to stillness and silence re-enters the room. And the life within adheres to the silence, not waiting for an oppportunity to speak, but for fusion. The wind and the rain have died now. The silence has taken control. Even sounds in the far-off distance now seem self-conscious and attempt to still themselves. There is oneness in the night. There is peace in the world.