I am not the sun
Nor am I the moon
Perhaps
I can just be a lighthouse
On some storm tossed shore
Guiding a seeking ship
Into safe haven.
You tell me I can trust you
but save your breath,
because the two things I can trust now
are belief in myself and death.
A pandemic
one can deal with –
All heartbreaks
are quite chaotic!
If only
washing hands
helped –
The Lady
wouldn’t turn psychotic.
The sun leaves the sky every night;
The silent dark leaves the brazen light;
The foaming sea leaves the quiet shore,
Who knows what has been here long before.
The bee, in his short life, leaves each flower
And each second leaves behind each hour.
Love is left by lovers who lied;
Tears leave the eyes just because they cried.
What has come will go away some day;
A poet warned, nothing gold can stay.
Hearts Still Care 
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