Simple Things Poem by Phillip Erb

There's a dove named Peace
Spreading her wings
Singing soft melodies to me.

First golden flames of dawn rise

She says,
'Be still and rest
in my arms boy,
my pockets have everything
you think we need.'

I've still got a
more to bleed
And this dream
I'm determined to believe

A horizon looming closer, closer
Than I have ever been before
In my chair, four minutes past six this morn
All alone in this house fighting cold
I quietly decide whether or to live or die
Today
I need to know
It's just another decision to make
The heavens can cry,
Spring floods hold mystery
Nothing truly breaks
Eventually Winter's misery
Whispers April dreams.