if yesterday
decides my tomorrow
i am nothing but a ghost

deep-seated bone-chill is a cold reality
yet here i stand watching intently
as glacier-cold waters rush by a bend
in a thunderously steady march
navigating the rocky course
of my river with precision
and strict efficiency
always finding the
path of least
resistance

You are a
Work of Art
Chiseled from
The Maker's Hand
A unique combination
Of Humanity and
Spirit
Formed in Flesh
With a spirit.
Of love
Bestowed with gifts
Only you can
Share or keep
If kept to
Self
The gift would
Die
And bare.
No fruit
It.is up to
You
Are you a
Master's Piece