ISN’T IT SOMETHING

Isn’t it something
how the sun rises
how the flowers sway
how the opinions of those
who hate never matter

Ha, isn’t it a thing
like a private joke
between you and me?

I go away sometime at night
where i’m elsewhere;
sometimes in a big house
other times on the shore
of a far flung place
where love lives

And now, this is a piece
of prose that never lost
faith in love’s strength
and how i describe Life
as a sculpture chiseled by
steady creative hands

And this is all for you;

keep it private
and cherish the love
and how simple words are
they express wonderfully
how life is_______

Isn’t it something?

:: 12.25.2023 ::