rarity

some people leave
and yet stay
in some way they are near
and yet so far away
nothing is as lonely
as words not heard
hearts that don’t melt
and familiar eyes
that do not see
in a world of atrocities
the leaves need a branch
to anchor to
and we need a sense of certainty
a heart that never disappears
at the minute of discontent
but rather lifts the sails
on the river of life
for new and better destinies
too never lose sight of the arrival
in a world spinning in utter chaos…