What is Life?

"Art destroys silence."

"When a man is in despair, it means that he still believes in something."

Dimitrii Shostakovich


What is life if not senses of everything you see touch and feel.
And here you are my love
In every leaf, in every floating spore, in every tiny molecule of soft drizzle
covering the forest floor.

You are my love, in every horses breath as it stands snorting
muscles rippling after racing in the wind.
You are my love, in every puppy's kiss
and in every stock of yellow straw.
You are love's grace found in every flower,
In every bee that suckles the nectar from its' soul.

You are my love in every morning sun ray
in every blade of grass and dew between my toes
You are my love in every lightning and snow storm
You walk the plains with all emotions raw.

I take delight to feel you burst the bubbles.
to blend the morning sun light with the midnights' moon
You are my ever shining star so high
Above the highest mountain
You are my love, my life, my treasure
The beginning and ending of my soul.

A Lady's Life.