Become

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Become

Let the summer heat

try to mlet me to my knees.

Let the winter cold

turn my bones to snow and ice.

Let the turbulant stormy skies

try to drown me or wash me away.

The changing seasons.

The direction of the wind.

Time, even that which dictates

life and death.

To these trivial things

I pay no attention.

Things, events, all meaningless.

My purpose of existance

is to find you in form;

The heart beating somewhere in the world.

The sound of love.

The out of focus face

entering front and center

in vivid colorful dreams.

Step out from the shadows.

Become my poetry,

drawn within soft embrace

instead of on paper to fade.

Become the sun and moon

in my transparent life.

The flowers, and each blade of grass

poised around them.

The redbird bearing wishes.

Become me,

so I may become love.

-Randy