I’m a dried up leaf; from life’s holy tree;
slowly floating toward the ground;
striving, with my last breath; to simply be me;
a mind; without voice or sound.
I’m a consciousness, alive for a purpose;
from a seed, that was planted above;
every Spring, I will once again resurface;
for I am the soul called love.
I am that dream that you have every night;
the dawn; upon which; you awaken;
the spring in your step; from my sunlight;
I am the love, you’ve forsaken.
Tho you may turn your face to another;
you shall return; when done;
the Master created me to be your lover;
in eternity, we both become one.
We both began; from the very same seed;
division split us apart;
when one is cut; the other will bleed;
we have the very same heart.
Although I am lonely; and you are not;
divisions happen for a reason;
tho your love; you’ve temporarily forgot;
a new life; begins a new season.
Our future lives in the heavenly realm;
where all give; more than receive;
the past is future; with God at the helm;
I am Adam; and you are my Eve.
Monty 1/6/25. # 2,560