Odds and ends

The day is ending

As the clouds put the stars to bed,

I think of you, and all you said.

The day is ending,

and I am yearning.

For you.

I would rewind time,

but time rolls on,

the year ends,

but my heart depends,

not on time, or things,

what it needs,

to pump its sweet feelings

around my dying veins,

is a kiss,

not from mortal lips,

but yours,

an everlasting,

overwhelming,

gift of life.

For what do we live,

but to live for those

who enable us to live.

People try and capture

love, beauty and peace,

but the clouds obscure

a simple truth,

once they ensnare these,

they inject them with 

selfish human desires,

hate, greed and war.

My heart remembers what you said,

yesterday, or years ago,

I do not know,

"Let beauty fly, never make it die."