Of Interest to All
The value of life
is not what’s made of given.
But times spent liven.
If love was defined
and the worlds’ hopes undenied
the poet side lined.
Life’s intersections give route.
All roads lead somewhere.
It’s the perfect end to a perfect night.
We kissed in the rain beneath the blue light.
Seems Mother Nature had her chance.
She lit up the sky for our romance.