Breath is a clock slowly winding down
always slipping away as the moments
pass , nothing can stop it no matter what we
do.

Love is a wind that lightly brushes us
leaving us wanting more , even when
we have had enough , it comes and goes
never changing its path.

A kiss is lost ship in the night that finds
its way home with the loght of love leading
the way , it strays only for a moment but always
goes where it is needed .

What could it be that makes these things seem
more than they are could it be a passing moment or
maybe a raod that has become less travled because
the meaning has been blurred by ignorance and contempt
by those who are against the heart?