my mind takes me back to a conversation, i word of truth, an of wonder,

i see it constantly, i speak, it in my everyday words,

to love is to true ly give, to hold, to caress, to know, is the remembrance of it's value, it's worth is more then a item, i can only account for it's belief, i embrace it as i breath, as i see and as i look in the faces that surround me.


an internal feeling that you take with you on your walk, on your path of a reach, of a unheard whisper, that you cry, that's woven inside of you,


it's the conscious thought you compose, like nusic's beat, that you parade in a smile, a jester,

once did i beg for it, i over heard it, an yet it was not for me, not now, but will be, i will love an be loved as i give my all, as i reach for the stars, capturing the moon's beam,


it is this, a thought, a given belief, philosophers dream.