Love can be so fleeting
like the brightly shining sun
to leave you feeling sorely burned sometimes
or relieved when days are finally done
times to leave you feeling empty or leave you feeling perfect- full
sometimes love is high so grand
sometimes there is a quiet lull
sometimes it's awful easy true
other times
it's like a stupid an
stubborn bull

either way
- we always seek it
elusive like a distant dream
we chase it an ever wander on
to seek a perfect shining gleem,
like the rays of the sweet
warm sunshine
to finally bask in the
lovely glowing beam

that's what love is I think.

Listen to the silence
It could open up your mind
Things inside your heart
Could be unwrapped and you will find

Listen to the raindrops
They could speak up a thousand words
How they could test your strength
You would catch a million swords

Listen to the wind
It could tell you a new story
A heart that makes a confession
Saying the mending word- sorry

Listen to my melody
It could be a song of pain
Seclusion maybe the best option
If someone dear will gain.

The man at the studio doesn't like us

we aren't pretty as the teens
not dazzling like the newly weds
our faces are pretty grim
smiles are once a river
foreheads dry riverbeds
eyes hold no commotion
but he does it for money
and winds up quick.

We walk to the river
where under the grey February sky
she plays with our reflections
babbling and breaking us
into unreadable pieces.