The Longing and Losses of this World

The stars with no journey made.
The rain splattering on concrete faces.
The flowers smelling of sorrow
as their fate is to fall to the ground, crushed.

The birds coo, get mated and feel joyous.
But the river and the sea; you and me
separated by a lifetime's journey
feel blue and anarchic.

We discover that interesting person
At the end of a desultory vacation.
And feel the romance bloom
when dead end deadlines loom.

The sun looks great just before it sets
And leaves memory alone to feed ourselves.
The moon shines well when we are tired
and with sleep are we all drunk.