This morning everything

seems so alive

so planed

or unplanned.

Loud.

So awake

Yet dazed.

Each pine needle

I see falling

I hear the clicks of

The pen as it glides against

The paper

The wind I hear.

Every whirl on my face

is noticed.

Almost like I just noticed

Everything was alive....

No I am not worthy

Yet you loved

I tried to love you

But It burned

You kept loving me

You are worthy you say

Yet I Ignored

Now you are left with ashes...

Island.

I wish I was like you

You grow in a roaring river

You are beautiful and you know it

You are small but powerful

You are alone

Not lonely...

In you lies my creativity

In you lies my laughter

In you lies my spirit

In you lies me

In me lies you

With ought you would be

Lifeless.

You are my world

If you are gone I am gone...