you cannot even begin to understand,
you cannot thread the needle,
you cannot hold onto what you know.
you can only hope to let time pass,
to let seasons change, wistfully.
you cannot paint beauty it capture it.
you can only hope to feel it.
you can only hope and hope and hope.
becuase hope is the only currency
that everybody carries
unless flame dies out
in the aftermath of a russian winger.
this melody is silent
because it speaks volumes on the
reflections of a home we all can build
or hope to build.