Reid@YWP

I want to see every place,

To hear the sounds from every village and every city,

To find new family as every lifetime passes,

Because that is love,

when my beaten, wrinkled skin is still caressed by you, 

and your gray smoky hair is my loving obsession. 

My treasure is my eyes, 

The colors they create,

The color they are, 

Gray husky and slate. 

My treasure is not captive,

If I were immortal, I think this is how my life would go:

I blink, 

Expecting for my life to end,

But instead it keeps on going.

I mosey through my infinity,

It was there where she left you, 

Under Canada splayed upon the crucifix,

It was there where the titans fell,

Into the webbed palms of the