In my drop of vapor 
wrapped in the fog -
silent, at peace, 
with a strain of music - 
a delicate bird song somewhere in the distance

Not warm,
not cold
safe, without fear -
no evil, no pain,
Just Being for only a second,
reality suspended,
only beauty and the richness of beauty

I wonder at my own good fortune 
and the hurt creeps in 
The hurt for victims,
but even more, the hurt for those who have not had beauty,
nor love, nor peace,
and are consumed with pain and anger from their want

Whose only relief is to do harm -
to destroy that which they cannot have -
whose only solace from fear is to frighten -
whose only defense is a weapon

Bereft of Love,
they cringe at the sight of it
and protect themselves with hate.

Without Trust, Without Empathy - Alone