Nimoy Poetry Week Day 2

You and I

In my heart is the seed of the tree

Which will be me

Nourished by understanding

Warmed by friends

Fed by loved ones

Matured by wisdom

Tempered by tears...

Searching for me

I wander

Through a house of mirrors

I see a myriad of images

But none are mine

Only distorted reflections

Of a stranger

Someone I've met

But don't really know

I cry out my name

But the hollow echo that responds

Tells me I must wait

It is not yet time

And then...

One day in the spring of my life

The buds and the blossoms appear

I am alive

I am here

I have joined the earth

Like a tide pool...

Filled by the mist

And the great waves

Giving of myself

To the air and the earth

Living at peace

With the sun and moon

Cousin to the fog and rain

The melody is simple

And the words are sweet

I am

I am ready

I am ready to give

I am ready to give and to receive

I am ready to give and to receive love...