What, if anything, do I need to complete myself, that I can hold on to, for what does nature hold onto to complete itself. Aren't the seasons already coming as roots burrow into the ground and leaves shed, what can't be held still rejoices in the fruit it has beared ever so sweetly....

That might be the caps of glistening snow amist the mountains, waiting to refreshen streams , that might be the color it has dropped on the ground, preparing the way, announcing the blossoming roses, whose red flows as deep as the blood within my veins and the song in my heart....

Always the sun rises from the east, and always I'm david, crying the timeless story of eternity, in yearning for all that is,
In the wish, is the fulfillment, ,moaning winds take my feet up to soar with the eagles and still I am in the shadow of the tree, I make myself home here, til its root soak of the dream of time past and sorrows weeps into the earth...

Its the gift, I collect and release as daylight fades away and I lay down into the soft embraces under the night sky....

-kmg 2013