The fine line of finer points

The ghosting of friends

The wind at night

The empty screams into the darkness

The silence

The emotional chill of loneliness

The quest to fill the void

So many song in the universe

So many views

The wispier of memories

The sound of tunes

The warmth of campfires

The laughter of friends

Warms the heart

More than a hot drink

So many silent struggles

So many secret thoughts

So much lost longing

Some drift along..

Some fight for a cause

Some avoid the conflict

Some have no choice

Either way

The day goes on

Loved ones are buried

Houses are lost

Lineages ended

In tears

Deep in a freezer hope sits

In the dust people cry

Some with sadness

Some rage

Some both

Some are numb

Silence

Blank stares

Singing in the distance

Out of the darkness some return home

Some have no home anymore

Everyone has a view a vision a stance

The river goes downhill to the lake

And the fish don't care what color you wear