Life

He looks to her
with eyes of green the color of sunscorched grass.
He says to her,
What is this thing called life?

Can you see it?
Can you touch it?
Can you taste it?
Can you smell it?
Can you hear it?

She looks to him
With eyes amber oak with roots to the soul.
She says to him,
But oh I can....

I can see it with my heart.
I can touch it with my soul.
I can taste it with my thoughts.
I can smell it with my dreams.
I can hear it with my existence.

And she gathers him into her arms,
and softly she says,
this I will share with you,
for you have become me.

Can't you see that I am life....
As careless and free as the floating stars,
Carried away in the dust of the universe.

© Riala