I see you, standing by the water.  
All of the dried up shell I was, now falls around me.  
You were the last hope, that I had.

I know now, what I failed to see beforehand.
Yet, I know not what to do.  
I want this right, to set the world in motion.

And if I go, please plant the seed of ash,
Beneath the willow tree.
For it was planted, the day, I was born.

Curled up beneath the duvet
knees drawn up to chest
inhaling the smokey scent of my fleece
sown fresh nostalgia
I remembered how
we laughed and ate off chinaware
while sipping out of plastic cups
sitting by the fire pit
in the backyard
my eyes wandered
towards the woods at dusk
and I breathed
realizing we are just specks of dust
that glimmer in the light of our Creator.