Monday, April 16, 2012

Everything

Perhaps I want everything
I whispered to myself
It is not too late to
dive into your increasing depths.

Thoughts in limbo:
Love is all you have.
Budding life within the
stronghold of the sun.

Perhaps I want everything
I look into the mirror
and find two glass balls
staring back at me.

I am not I
I am my own way
of looking at things.
I am forgiveness
when I hate.
I am the uttering 
of joyous leaves.

The sunlight bent
as it crossed my path.
I remember yesterday.
My friends and I laughing.
They were still singing
when I left.

Perhaps I want everything
but love is all I have.
Love is all You have
and maybe that is 
Everything
after all.

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