Hiding sorrows
caustic interiors
the outside mantra
always has a name
one responsible
one to suggest
our lives are
impenetrable.
We all have moments
we decide
we resist
for whatever fortune awaits
ours is a perilous choice,
takes us beyond our lives
a sweet fantasy
holds onto a weeping eye.
The rains fell today,
quiet reminder while the waters
settled in a cleansing
delight for this our blossoming
season.
We might remember the beauty
of a lush trail
when together could we fall.
For we did find the edge sooner than desire
while eyes search further might we inspire.