I Cede You Peace

[abu nuwas]

I Cede You Peace

I cede you peace,
I'll keep my passion.
Let's have a gourmet feast,
we'll dress in fashion;
that's who we are,
you're peace and reason too,
and me, am passion
through and through.

Yet, I know your heart
a golden gem,
and I will laugh,
raise up my head
(as once you said)
to make of empty peace
a new facade.

I will,
disturb the peace
in my own fashion.
I cede you peace
in search of passion

Loretta, I think the point which tectak was making, was that a gem, properly speaking, is a mineral, a gem-stone. Gold is a metal, in which the precious stones are set. I don't think it important. The word has long since passed, after much use as a metaphor, into being a second meaning for a special person, and so I see no reason why you should not qualify it with 'golden'

Some of the rhymes are a little forced, but not greatly. It might be less obvious if you were able to move them further apart. It is a nice piece.