Life

To melt into his arms as if to be his pillow

Supportive, Comforting and soft to the touch

To ride upon life’s waves of fear, love, lust and lost

To live a life of solitude upon will not force

To willingly be so far away

Yet, to be so close to the heart, mind and soul

To reflect yourself in the tears that fall broken and out of order

With all separate emotional values, respect and understanding

You feel it as real and powerful as the pull of the moon

While you breath in the sun

As deadly as a hard winter’s night breeze

As swift and cold as a lover with no vision

As real as the truthful shine from the stars

As real as you and me

For what it leaves in use all

To be loved in the moments after death

Faithful in the long ago

Rejected in the present

And feared in the future

We call this life at its best