Some days everything is golden and others the mutest shade
The same life that breathes is the same that takes the breath
and the tear of joy as crystal as the tear of sorrow..
everything in balance is not always seen, but the beauty
nevertheless still there.
No one can fathom existence without end..
or end to an existence..
yet here we are confronted with the unfathomable nearly
We cling tight to one another, and we often run full sprint
But we all are here for this time, and all unknowingly to
continue the journey elsewhere.
And all we
currently remember fully is this here and now,
although in our depths
the dust of the stars