Gossamer tales

not the tips of a feather,
nor the ends of an eyelash,
not the diaphanous silk,
nor the condensation on a glass.

not the translucent new leaf,
nor the wispy link of a spider's web,
not the petal of the purple lily,
nor the snowflake on the tip of a tongue,

the most delicate thing on earth,
is the existence of peace,
it takes no force of nature,
just a steely look,

or a misspoken word,

the merest hint of threat,
and its gone......