Stunning vistas of sapphire blue are broken only by the thin line of the horizon.
Mountainous clouds settle over ones vision and create a contrasting feeling:
The freedom of the air is replaced by the strength and solitude of being alone in the sky.

Ah my, old loves, new loves,
Old loves born anew.
First loves, last loves
loves you gave yourself to
Empty loves, whole loves
Loves not quite complete
Tragic loves, daring loves
Ah you sweep me off my feet
My loves, my love
The only one I've known
True love, brief love
**My love you are my home

The days have gotten shorter
and my heart begins to heal
springs warm sunshine comes creeping in
I'm starting to be happy again, to feel

Even the nights aren't so lonely anymore
and I enjoy being on my own
I'm recovering, I'm moving on, I'm appreciating
the fact that I'm alone

*And although at times I do reflect and miss how we once were
I acknowledge and accept you've moved on
it's not me you want,
it's her.

I would rather lust and want
For then I can control it

But to have it
More than I need
Always having it

Will make me hate,
What I once wanted

Only to lust and lose again.

sometimes no work of poetry or art can describe
a feeling of just simply wanting to say*
*******