A Life

Maybe. . . Some day. . .
A life for you
A life for me
A life in a tree he he he he
For if life is short and love is burning then let us be as the world is turning
Together or apart is how we've been
But in the end we both shall win
For what was forged and what was found was not out of sight and not out of sound
Our hearts heard it and our hearts saw it
And brains read it and brains bought it
But. . .
We stand alone and are apart, to remain an ever vigilant work of art.