GIFTS

Bound up in leather

Gold edged and trimmed

Today I offered you

Another piece from within

Have already gifted you

All that I ever had

My heart, my soul

My dreams joyous and sad

And yet, every morn

I search anew as I awake

For something as fresh as dew

To give away for my own sake

It is not that you need

Anything ever from me,

Yet, there is so much abundance

That I am compelled to deplete

All selfish reasons these be

For lost I am in ecstasy

When I can proffer to you

Wanted or not, a part of me…

 ~Horizon~

9^th Aug 2004