My peace is like morning dew
Perched on a blade of grass
It sits there in sublime solitude
While teeming, streaming life goes past

Some days ago that pearlescent drop
Dropped off its subtle peak
Down into the earth it went 
Into the soil it weeped

Since then I have been on edge
Where my dewdrop used to be
Filing life’s sharpness away
Filling me with serenity

My gut, my spine and my heart
Now beat confused paths within
Searching for the quietude
My drop of stillness used to bring 

While it balanced on the silken beam
Of nature in sweet repose
Soothing from the inside out
Blooming gently like a rose

My pearl is lost, now anxiety
Has taken its tender place
I’m agitated, overwrought
There are new lines upon my face

But like the ceaseless quest
Of the moon for the furthest star
I’ll keep looking for my peace until
It’s poised again on a blade of grass.