UNTITLED

As I drop to my knees,

in the forest of life.

The soil is my friend,

the trees a lonely wife.

For there is hope out there,

and it floats on the breeze.

As I stand once again,

and dust off my knees.

Life is what I want,

at least for today.

I live in the moons light,

the words I now say.

I'm filled with a joyful light,

as the sun circles my brain.

Thirsting for forgiveness,

please bring the rain.

I drink the water of the future,

and eat the meat of the past.

Yet the hope of today,

brings a smile at last.

So as the river meets the ocean,

their path are intertwined.

And a bird soars overhead,

and heals this lonely heart of mine.

by Ricky Silva, april 2013