People Often Say

“The grass is always greener…”
With cynicism
And regret
But it’s a shamefully simple way

To explain our human longings.

Maybe we should discuss

The softness 

of mist covered hills in the distance.

The way clear bright full moon eyes
can pull on your heart.
The part of the trail that twists
out of sight, beckoning.
The sun dropping below the sea
and leaving you with
a rose blue lavender memory.

It’s in that yearning that we
break and mend,
finding within ourselves
a potent blend~
attachment and desire
Always a distant fire.