Walkin on Air
One on One
The saddest sound I ever heard
was that of the old lament,
'I wish I had...' oh, so sad, so sad
this way-sign to 'good intent'.
Perhaps, I thought, the truth is far
away from what we expect;
could it a secret be on par
with something that is perfect?
Sweet perfume comes from flowers crushed,
faith blossoms in midst of storm:
each stroke of paint the masters brushed
would not to drear conform.
The price for lasting love to pay,
the heartbroken have opined,
is sharing each others' day to day
with pain and pleasure entwined.