Life, more than, which breath and blood amalgamate,
it's richness akin, to what heart and mind create,
measured by its own applied intensity,
whose music, the soul's exclusive symphony,
seeking eloquence, rather, than pursuit of luxury,
perchance its notes then, are but timeless seas,
blended sweet by infinite memories,
whose refinement, better far than fashions short lived day,
for life's ill fashion is but nature in decay,
to know, that in shadows soft smiles belong,
echoing sweet, love's eternal song,
knowing Spring cannot flourish without winter's enmity,
so, live each moment, the present is eternity,
thru' passing years, this I know,
political promise, transient cold as winter's snow.