Found in the land of travel
a place of many paths

a creature of dust
the spark of a star

a child of the Universe
on their way back home

leaving songs on the wind
they once sung.

Her smile for my best friend
was my pain.

Sunset
Golden, breathtaking
Setting,inspiring,fleeting
Marks end of day
Dusk.

Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow—
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream:
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand—
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep
While I weep—while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?

This is the sound of
A thousand breaking hearts and
Each of them is mine.