in the end,
it is dreams, 
poetry, sunsets,
mountain blues,
someone’s smile, 
we all have an affair with beautiful things. 

beauty is an illusion,
do I deserve to write 
about you? 
‘does she deserve you writing 
about her’?
none of us are in control;
you do not see it as it is,
you see it as you are,
the world needs happier endings.
dreams,
the only world, 
where,
the ends are wide awake. 

stay,
the escapes are not for us.
we are,
always in such a hurry to say
we have had enough. 
memories,
when you find pieces of yesterday,
still stuck;
today is not all about yesterday,
we are not all yesterday. 

look past,
where your eyes lead you.
we are all broken.
there is somebody good in everybody.
moments to memories, 
biffs to bliss, 
memoirs;
it has been a beautiful fight, 
still is.