Man calls to Woman,

a heart beats alone, for what?

The Engine of Truth.

Between the ether of tears and regret

there is something I must ask you never to neglect:

Today is the road to follow

And Yesterday, the one to forget.

There is a song that is sung
where the melodies depart;
the mind sets apart
the man from the lark
where:
in the wilds of time,
the plans and the lines
of promises played
and dreams long delayed,
are erased from the day of a Lifetime’s dismay.

This song is still sung
by the heart and the lung;
gleaned from the will of an optimist’s hum
where:
in a world largely lit
by the darkness and grit
of the cynic’s sharp tongue,
the melodies live on.