We go about our lives

each and every day

Not knowing what the next will bring

Every smile and every tear

a prelude to what we fear:

that we don't have a clue

We are born, and we die

What lies between is

what we have called life

Where dawn and dusk are

the only things which seperate

all the things of our mind and heart

into momentary joys and discomforts

Some say it is not worth it

that the pain is too much for them

but I would rather have

Just one breath of air

Just on kiss of rain upon my face

Just one touch of wind as it blows through my hair

than to have felt nothing at all

Just one.