“Life’s like this,”
He said to her,
“Our heart’s are constant yearning.
We come, we go
We ebb, we flow
Until there’s no
Returning.”
“Life’s like this,”
He said to her,
“Our heart’s are constant yearning.
We come, we go
We ebb, we flow
Until there’s no
Returning.”
Nights like this, her mind goes back
To life in Ecuador
When hot the purple sunset poured
Along the Playas shore
The once-timid, the quiet girl
Who left her home and kin
In search of grand adventure
And the life of touch on skin
And though she struggled, mightily
She loved her every day
For all the struggles, they were hers —
And she would make her way
Dominican by birth, and still
Dominican at heart;
The purple sunset memories turn
Her now-life
Into
Art
The red arch waits, and so I go
It leads to that I do not know
But yet, my steps go ever on:
To where I’ll go
From where I’ve gone
Starting out, she
Wondered if she’d
Make it over
All the many
Miles she had to
Go to find the
Happiness she’d
Left behind some
Time before she
Ever thought of
Waking up and
Starting
The heavens beckon,
He responds;
The rest just wonder
They went to the Beautiful Mountain
And their hearts were full and blessed;
The stood by the Lonely Pine and thought
It was time to divest
Of all the heavy baggage they
Had carried on thus far;
As the sun set on the horizon
And they reached
The evening
Star