I held out my hand
That I might
sAvOr
The memory of a dying leaf
A thief
Stole the soul
Of the breeze that carried it
And gave it to me
I
Treasure
The moon’s glow at midnight
…The sun’s warmth at dawn
When wisdom of eternities
Rise…to greet us
I
Am
Blessed
Blessed by arms that embrace me
…hearts that hold me
Love that cherishes me
Air that breathes me
Believe me
There is no one more needy than me
I watch the day
I caress the night
I write.