We’ve been down this road before again and again.
It leaves like the autumn does to the trees, a sky of orange and red mist.
Yet this time the difference is palpable, organic and true.
Only temporary are the strings that bind the souls to each other.
Like the moon to the ocean setting the scene but never falling down.
To crash the party, the dances in circles and lines.
The stars show me the way these days I know the smile.
Singing birds guide the trees in the directions they need to grow.
The life and times of this world can remind me of yes.
Separate entities each stanza holds yet I feel united by them.
The past-time of kings to create and behold words never told.
Only temporary are these lines yet forever remain written.