as a light snow
falls from above
can you feel who
you really are?
the glazed eyed stare
of a two week old child
makes me know
what it is that i am
while the cold concrete
of the city streets
makes me want
to forget
the love that burns
through me shows the way
we are all greater
than we’ve ever believed
and it will be love
that reminds us to remember
as we shed the skin
of dying ways
this dream we share
will always be
exactly what we
meant for it to be
before we came
before we were
everything and nothing
Love you Bryant.
Love and light,
Prash