This mornings breeze rusched over my skin 

Enlightened, embrased, encouraged, evolved 

Riding with ease for the New dawn

for in this i shall not ever grief 

for in this i shall not ever weep 

As the hapiness persues me

overflows me, yet i flee it, slowly, again

lightened is the lantern 

its all been laplitating our ancestors 

as in us as in life as in strife 

as in our eys as in love our love

But im here, writing my poetry 

Your there undressing the story 

Slowly i resign still here

in the after math 

as we come alive 

straddleled at the door of nostalgia

found by the hold under the setting sun

its me Stalling the addition of art

the addition of melodies 

all to instill the unspoken 

that clings you to the journey

in and of my palm.