No matter what the drums have echoed
No matter the stalling again
No matter how slow the climb uphill has been
No matter how long it took
For your favourite flowers to bloom…
If the hermitage within
still smells divine…
and the incense lingers in the air.
If the walls of your home
still smile with memories alive
and warmth dances with flair…
Then no matter how it blazes
on the outside.
Then no matter how much the reality
threatens to loosen hold on the tide.
Then no matter how farther
seems the dreaded line…
The true sapphire that rests within
find its own shine.
And every drum will beat
To the rhythm
Of love –
Yours and Mine.