I know what I'm holding

rollings

in come waves and I won't sleep
without first I have told you
I would trade all the ocean
easily
all of the waves I would
anything
to dream corner to corner
beyond where you are
when we meet
because everything
that's sleeping
is brought back to life
back in bloom
from just static and
waiting

how one can forget
so many things that
existed
in corners and dreams and with shovels
until they are seen again

at night
if held just one time
but I knew it was mine

all that I have
I would trade for this feeling
right now

I said I know what I'm holding

Godfather.

Beautiful ! your words made my morning better,thank you !

Godfather.

justam

This one is beautiful!

chadwick

i enjoy this poem
reminds me of e.e. cummings typea poetry
his work is very unique
thank you for sharing with us