And I see all of your creations as one perfect complex No one less beautiful or more special than the next

Prelude: Laura and I just wrote a poem together. She couldn't sleep so she suggested and I obliged. I haven't written poetry in a long time.

On Secret Laughter

Bellows in the hollows of my chest rotate my particular tastes

Merry cries of delight roll up my throat and fly out my mouth
Floating into hungry ears and tickling those who dare to delve

Deep into mirth, into joy, and amusement
And out of the merry- go- round of mediocrity

We emerge.

Your eyes twinkle like Pa's and I know that we have shared something more than laughter.

We emote.

Your eyes tell me a story that I pen into my heart.

Postcript: The road to peace is CREATION.