It makes everyone
King of their thoughts
For a half minute,
One moment
Or a few seconds,
And this crown
Is theirs
And doesn't deprive them
Of their rapture

A place where permanence is a fleeting hello

and goodbye the ultimate truth-


Only love the power to convey
life resurrected out of death.  


A place to be put to the test


-the forgetfulness of self.


For the freeing of the heart

to love before the permanence of the grave.

Beyond the passion of colour
the wind is crawling over trees
clawing at loose clothing
and things
not tethered or secure.
Beyond empathic words uttered
it sings hollow
and then a full
roar
settling its breath
to a sigh as it dies
beyond the texture it brings.
With nothing to mark
its existance except thee.

I have one thing
That God does not have
And that thing is NEED.