Seems we do have similar needs,
our steps reach out to discover
new horizons
fresh ideas
all designed to enhance ideals.
Dreams are made to understand
there is fiction in our lives,
we demonstrate
commiserate
until sometime farther away …
When I was a young boy things,
well the real parts of my life
happened
tragedy occurred
I was left wondering about reality.
And then suddenly she smiled,
I felt like I might breathe again,
if only
because her
heart echoed the sounds of freedom.
We choose to live because we love,
when our hearts choose to break,
quiet resolve
true identity
is our understanding of compassion.
I walked this short path with you,
we would end up on other roads
soft memory,
we knew love
and only then the night chill began …