She stared at her wall
Filled up with photos
Of friends & family
Their faces marked out
With black marker
So she couldn't see the
Smiles that she believed
Were only made for her
Benefit

She's letting the wind blow her crowning glory
Dispersing in mid air
Touching her rosy cheeks
Covering her tantalizing eyes
She is the portrait of aesthetic art

He just watches her enjoy the panaroma
His lips stretching into a wide smile
His eyes glow with a hint of adoration
His heart pulsates under pink skies

Silence is deafeningly astounding
When two hearts synchronize in beating
And that drum beat is all they can hear
When love begins here

We are different
but bound together
each as a singular witness
to life's drama
and panaroma-
critics, dissenters, chafers
haters,  accusers, grumblers
few as such are
willing acceptors, embracers
non-contenders, life-lovers
having been punished
bruised, burnt, scalded
in the crucibles of time
and there's no remedy
for our  ugly ,scathing
and indelible scars

tossed in the endless
uncaring and tumultuous sea
each element of nature
is but a faceless enemy
that has no heart
to be benign to our humanity

we are each
first and last
a witness
to life's open-lidded
misery