Begin the day with an open heart,

how to fill it while apart?

So much time of life on earth,

spent wondering when we will depart.

What is love?

What is art?

Time together feeds the soul,

time apart growing old,

lengthens days and deepens nights.

Dreaming in the soft twilight,

of the day all are one,

when such time will ever come?

Deeper silence feeds the soul,

to some it means we are alone.

Crickets chirping,

flowers swaying,

crisp air breeze,

provides the knowing…

all the memories of home.