An easy song

For a mouth tired of loaded words

That build worlds

For that once in a while ride

With windows rolled down.

A gentle sight

For eyes that have afterimages of life

Burnt onto them

For soothing the weary glances

At a destination long past.

A little spring breeze

For a heart tired of storm winds

Tearing it asunder

For stray hair wearing it in its tangles

Along the turns in the way.

A little respite

For a rain ridden field

Drowning in the excess

From city skylines

And noises hung on the horizons.

A getaway

For a person working overtime

At the thankless company of Life

For a girl who is yet to make peace

With the journey and the way.