Notes floating along
like bubbling water with
flashing colors.

The heat is horrid,
and uncomfortable, but
the cold cuts far worse.

They held each other,
passion blind to the moment,
they hugged so fiercely.

Fingers entwining,
the lovers pillow-talk while
lying by the fire.

Walk a thousand miles
wearing another man’s shoes
without leaving home.

Oh man-made idol,
you’re a shallow replacement
for a living god.

The seasons will change,
and we must ride the changes
like the moon and the tides.

Purple flowers bloom
between cemetery stones
as life continues.

Fade into the crowd.
You try to lose yourself, but
you can’t hide your shame.