The nodding hand
The grinning eye
The prompt declaration
Of love and
All of its soon to be
Broken Promises

To live is
To struggle

To live is
To ache

To live is
To fight till
Your last
Dying breath and
Being happy
Just with that

There are no presents
Except for the
Present

Days pass like
The minutes
Dwindle away
Like leaves drift
Down a clear stream

We are the leaves
Atop a magnetic
Drift in a balance
With all the planets
The sun and
All the stars

How small and
Large we truly
Are

How much we
Depend on one
Another simply
To continue and
Survive

If there were no
Smiles there would
Be no frowns and
If there were no
Tears there would
Be no Happiness

No villain no

Hero

No loss no

Victory

Outside the dew tipped grass
Waves with angelic - ballet like -
Gracefulness and mourning
Sounds of rain atop a
Solid Spanish mud rooftop

Moving with the wind,
The birds eyes gaze unblinking
For a land they know but
Have not yet seen

Home is never home

Until you allow
Yourself
To get there