A million little pieces
Is what you are made of
Leaving particles of your soul
Imprint of your self
Every time you breathe in the air
Exhaling your life and
filling the place
with your presence
They say man blesses the place
The many places he touches,
become his own
Perhaps you were already
there
In a dream
You'll always be in the place you see,
you threaded on
Your body molding in with the hot sand
of the beach
The wave gently caressing
your foot
The sweet smell
of plumeria
Or the piece of grass that gently
touched your hair
In the hot breeze
of the sunset
You are the ocean
The wild whisper in the thicket
Or perhaps the crashing wave
Melodies at sunset
Or chirps at morning
You will always
Be here
- Posted using BlogPress from my iPad
No comments:
Post a Comment