who am i?
who am i to touch the sea?
to see the shadow of a dream?
who am i if not the blood
that gathers in a stream,
beneath the skin, the flesh,
the tissue of this being?
who am i if not a soul
shall radiate in me?
who am if not the friends
who i retain despite my plea?
who am i if not my thoughts
when handled tend to flee?
who am i if not the feast
devoured daily, ravenously?
who am to ask so much
demanding constantly?
who am i to miss the touch
that set my dragon free?
something bigger, something brighter,
something i have yet to see.
to see the shadow of a dream?
who am i if not the blood
that gathers in a stream,
beneath the skin, the flesh,
the tissue of this being?
who am i if not a soul
shall radiate in me?
who am if not the friends
who i retain despite my plea?
who am i if not my thoughts
when handled tend to flee?
who am i if not the feast
devoured daily, ravenously?
who am to ask so much
demanding constantly?
who am i to miss the touch
that set my dragon free?
something bigger, something brighter,
something i have yet to see.