Living the Human experience

A tendency toward secrecy persist

A glance from happiness that once.

 A face full of longing

Force to an ever-deeper bliss

Heeding only to inner gravity

The heart is place at its periphery

Around the ashes of old hopes

The heart persist in dreams which

Entered In excited masks, a ballroom

Filled with joy, passion and laughter within

A dream, blissfully unworried the heart persist

Exuding fragrance like meadow, perhaps to love

Perhaps to hold, perhaps heaven will hear the call and answer.

Micheline Jean Louis

Painting by (unknown)