the structure of life –

is flimsy at best –

walls constructed in haste –

simple monuments defining space –

ownership –

so too –

relationships…

dwellings meant to house hearts,

cells for souls pursuing similar goals.

invariably –

the wind blows,

and without the slightest hesitation,

walls come tumbling down…

listen!

can you hear the sound reality makes?

a broken heart,

crying in the night –

starlight dying in the dawn –

and rain,

a melancholy finale – to sorrows pain…