For if every falling star,
was a precious tear?
Cried for all those lost
and held so near.
Knowing there’s an earth
and heaven’s but a blink away.
Whether embodied or in spirit,
life is here to stay.
In the moment if by chance
or in a wondrous dream?
Call it vision, call it insight,
that yet to be seen.
A quest for adventure,
the zest for human life.
A never ending journey,
souls adrift in endless flight.
Harmony and peace
are rhythms of the heart.
Bringing in the hope,
when fear tears us apart.