With trepidation mixed with stoic joy

I inhale another breath

That is lifeline to another

Seed to which has germinated

Pity this clock moves so painfully slow

 
The poet in me sets the dreams to reality

Stringed to an endless melody

Painted in my own flesh and blood

As bountiful rivers of love pour out of me

To awash the creation

The soul claiming an identity

To call one my own

 
As the golden hues metamorphose into silvery tones

My profound thoughts always sweep past time

I steal shy furtive glances across my expanded form

I hear distant music which is churning of my own

Heart in rhythm with another’s beats

And I await the moment when a soul bares itself

A face looks up at me in sublime satiation

As it continues me when I am gone to far off lands

Tell this world tales about me