When while sitting alone

the mind plays tricks,

in one manner over another.

One thought would suggest

a sad reflection

when another

asks for hope and honesty.

It’s that ruthless nature

of thought

being driven by the mind,

of owning the moment,

of leaving it all behind.

Why then can the heart

be so powerful

to offer only a feeling

a natural emotion.

When climbing the stairs

together in hand,

love seems to surround

the innocence of time.

It’s those combative

preoccupations,

keeping steering the soul

beyond its comfort zone.

When all else remains,

we could still belong.