Bit by bit I’ll build you
until you forget you have no form
Dream by dream I’ll make you
as I pour your cold to warm
I’ll catch you in my blooming petals;
soft, the ground, my arms will be
Piece by piece I’ll fill you
yet, in truth, you’re filling me
Night and day I’ll ripen you
and grow you where you stand
Strong and proud I’ll mould you
while, in truth, it’s by your hand
Time will pass in moments
long in pause, and in-between…
yes…
My thoughts alone might write you
but, in truth, this need writes me
© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 23 September, 2015
