We are lost in this feeling,
       the beat that keeps us going.

We are found in the longing,
       the tears that gives us strength.

We are detained in the love,
       the whispers that binds us together.

We are jailed in this affection,
       the signal that provides us hope.

I have a hard time
linking words to emotions
and emotions to actions
and all this to meaning.

I'll slowly build up
my library of feeling.
But I wonder exactly
what I was missing.

When I scrutinized us,
I did so without seeing.
I thought I knew all.
I saw my own meaning.

Life doesn't have meaning;
what it does have is people.
Now I say what I mean,
and I listen to feeling.

I've struggled with friends,
with parents, and with brothers.
I knew motivations
without knowing them.

Now I start to see people.
We're closer together.
Done connecting the dots,
we connect to each other.

Another  day  is  over.
Another  day  is  done.
This  week  went  past  so  quickly.
This  week  went  by  so  fast.
My  life  has  gone  so  quickly.
Old  men  told  me  so.
And  now  I  tell  the  young  men.
That  life  to  quickly  goes.

Keith  Wilson.  Windermere.  UK.  2016.

If I can remember all of the things
We've said to each other
I would like to make those into a song

I would like to play it everyday
           So I can hate you

If I can remember all of the things
We've done together
I would like to make those into a movie

I would like to watch it everyday
            So I can hate you

                     But
You were a masterpiece
The best rhyme
The best melody
The best lyrics
The best harmony
             I've ever heard

But
You were a masterpiece
The best actor
The best cinematography
You were the best art,
            I've ever watched