Everything

Delicate lights in a black forest
I kiss the ground to wake the stars
And drag my curtain in a circle
To enclose my world in this

My enemies are dead
As God gets closer
I choke off tears
Until there’s nothing left of me

And warmth evades cold
As much as the darkness
Feels like colors dripping
Into Infinity

I am part of everything
And this is my world
And this is my hope
And this is my life

And I am
And I am alive
And I am everything
And I dream on

© 4/28/1998, William Grant Preston

Grant's Rants - Poetry