Grass
greener
on other
side of the fence.
Pain behind the veil,
goes unseen and unheard,
as love bravely holds its breath.
Unvoiced intent poignant silence,
even as light fades into the night,
silent tears and hidden fears manifest.
As we be gently breathed by God Himself,
each half breath being void of stillness,
contrast marked by intent colour,
birth paving way for intake,
exhaling into death.
The play unnoticed,
by ego mind.
Yet what is
simply
is.