And we sighed as one
As the mighty forests
Mountains
Oceans
One by one they fell
One by one we sighed
And all drift on the breeze
Of man's success

Of oil and poision
Of undeserved power
And maybe
One day
The Earth will rule
Alone
Free
And cold

As we sigh,
And the world is lost
And hope slips away
Until love is all that
Remains
Forevermore

It is
Simply
Another
Day.

A day
Made for
Businessmen
And toy-makers.

It has no
Significance
In our world
Unless.

You are one
Of those who
Have loved
And lost.

And I pity
Anyone else who
Tries to
Symbolize it.

For I am
Not one of
Those people
So I am willing.










To let it be.

Is a house
A home?
I think not.
Are the enterwining
Chunks of brick
And stone and
Plaster a house?
I think so.
But are they
A home?
I think not.

And so we come full circle.

The window
So cold
Though the
Air is warm
And still

They were
                 tired
                 quite young
                 adults
climbing the mountain of emotion. Tired.

But before that

They were
                 tired
                 always hardworking
                 students
climbing the mountain of success. Tired.

But before that

They were
                 tired
                 still excited
                 children
climbing the mountain of discovery. Tired.

But before that

They were
                 tired
                 keys tapping
                 quietly
climbing the mountain to poetry. Tired.

The mountains
Grew together

As I fell, unknowing,
                                 For you.

And the mountains
Crumbled together

As I fell, lost,
                    From you.

And the mountains
Sighed together

As I fell, broken,
                          Past you.