Existence

We are breathing

We are being

We are bound to disappear

We are nothing

We are something

We are everything, my dear

All Things

All things are getting old

People, places, memories

The sun each time it falls

Growing rings within the trees

The music of our youth

Starts to age, but never dies

History is written

In wrinkles that wrap our eyes

Lessons learned, lovers lost

Lifetimes lived to feed the soul

Days and nights of light are

Strong enough to make us whole

And so we flow because

Time has not been known to freeze

All things are getting old

People, places, memories

The Dance

It is through love

We learn of loss

And through loss

We learn of love

In the same way

We know below

Only if

We rise above

Like how each wrong

Befriends a right

How the bad

Teases the good

Just like how each

Mystery is

Waiting to

Be understood

There is a bond

Between these things

Love holds tight

The hand of pain

In the same way

We miss the light

Only when

It starts to rain

And so our goal

Must be to see

Love before

Losses reveal

That we should have

Taken the chance

To dance with

All our souls feel