The expression you are as you say you are is not true if you actually are not as you say you are.

Some days are the sun
Some days are the moon
And some days are the stars which burn out in-between

As snow descends unto the earth
With a calming, soothing, effortless ease

So you my friend should be like the snow
And settle the horizon beyond the trees

No snowflake was ever meant to last
Or to live to see the newborn leaves

For we are uniquely designed by God
As unique and beautiful as these

Searching for the truest of words
The quest of me
Is a sermon for an audience of one
Or two perhaps?
Maybe

Just know
It’s OK
If your heart’s a thousand colors
Because my eyes have a thousand of their own

The mind seeks to be
To express its worth
In metaphor and homily

And yet no cloudy day remains alive
Within your mind

As memories grey and overcast
Like a visionary dream once passed

You are awake
And yet your eyes
Are only aware of this present take
On life lived alive

No voice is meant to learn such things
Or to recognize these passing clouds
Which have long since passed you by

No cloud is ever exactly as remembered within your mind

The great woods are
But a memory to me
Of a time when my words clung to the branches of trees
Before the fall
Great indeed for their inherent value
For their intrinsic worth
Were such words and such times to me

Blank
Is the mind within the pages of these
The books of forever
The eternal novels
Which line the wall of consciousness
But never open to eyes awake*

I could add more but you wouldn't believe me
Sleeping giant