Life is a constant precarious balance

Solidity against the breeze of time,

And death a constant reminder

Of denial and acceptance.

One misstep away from a plummet

We fall from grace or fall in love.

We are poised for the end, but if

We endure and remain stable, we will leave behind

A pair of hands, or perhaps a multitude of hearts

Who remember when they discover stones of interest

To pile up rock solid moments, enshrine memories,

Encircle themselves in love for the entirety of their life.