a warm breeze, A memory of home. A moment unbeguiled by the infinite loop. You carry with you the feeling of life In its purest Away from the war
A life adorned with the lives of many Stars earned walking on red Showing face while all around Faces yell for attention And flashes capture souls Taking trials and tribulations In service of a friend That doesn’t yet exist But in a moment A lulled silence A hand lifted And an entire being shifts Blessing lives with lives For them to learn without learning. A gift. For which countless are yearning.
A life well lived living lives But to me your value lies in that of no recompense With just the moments in between. The stage of your existence
Cameron Tayor 