As life will have it, all beginnings are born with a scheduled end. All that is made to rise must also set. It is in this continuous cycle that we learn – and then relearn – life’s quiet lesson: to love, and let go.

Love still knows no bounds In a world made to destroy The purest of hearts

At the right time, a Dandelion knows – when to Release and let go.

So, what did I know? I carried the fruit by hand And thought it was safe.

Under the moon’s eye Lovers seek no permission – Or concept of time

Twin flame, How did we first come to meet? I can’t recall if it was In this life or another. But somehow, somewhere in time The stars aligned – And the rest of my soul found me. Twin flame I know to no degree – How long we are meant to burn for. But I…

Your wandering eyes, They see all existing things, All except for me.

Our passion set free Was disguised as a prison, Used to detain me.

“Come back home to me”, Sang the bird who only knew Songs with tone of blue.

When the dust settles And all is still and quiet, Do you think of me?