World order,

certain without upgrade,

just the managed moments migrating

their solace driven hopes,

dreams,

solitude,

turned isolation.

~

Solo vapor drift upon

an evening descent brilliant

to human need.

When all is lost we may know

together found a surreal landscape

beyond our control,

only play is that simplicity …

that young child ran the yard,

with smiles and laughter …

oh, when did our innocence become

a measure

~

While in a dream,

I did come to terms

~

Yet, in the morning,

a friend enthralled by a silver lining,

led my conscience toward

a valley,

lush with green envy,

designed to suggest,

we do need to recognize,

there needn’t ever be a loss.

~

Only time my friend,

storm driven emotion,

might even find a path.