Simple

Simple is an air
a rest from the heaviness of complex living
It is a breath, a single color
a child's laugh
a moment of awkwardness between two strangers
makes well devised lives more human
Behind chaos is simplicity
it is the composition of the complex
an artist is a person with a desperate need
a life is the product of one decision laid upon another
Simple and peace are sisters
they often walk through life hand in hand
one holds out clarity
while the other expands to fill the welcome void left by bedlam
Simple is a starry night parallel with earth
It is a coffee break revelation
a hero realized in a neighbor's hospitality
Catastrophies and atrocities
simple underscores the beating heart of both
a tyrant's rise is built step by step
a tsunami's power
action by action
Simple is the design of invention
a final process in the quest for culmination
it is strung through life as a turn key
offering possibilities for the alert
So I speak to her quietly,
"Whisper to me of your secrets
I am keenly aware
Instruct me with your insight
I am listening with sagacity
confide in me forever
and fill me with your clandestine delights"