Tell Me …

Please.

Tell me please about your life, the library within,

tell me what you’ve read and learned, the spaces and the sins.

Tell me of your loves and losses, the chapters that bind your soul,

tell me the desires of the heart you have never told.

Tell me how your voice has changed among the tattered pages,

tell me how it’s different now, the yellowing of ages.

Tell me how you don’t waste time and laugh among the trees,

tell me how the animals speak in the cool evening breeze.

Tell me how your mind has grown in this earthly life,

tell me how you navigated through all of the worldly strife.

Tell me of the cloudy days, the rain, snow, and sleet

tell me of the glory days, the sun, waves, and heat.

Tell me how your branches stretch and connect to the sun,

tell me how your soul music sings we are just one.

Tell me your roots are deep and still filled with thunder,

tell me of your imagination and world of wonder.

Tell me how you realize we can now be bolder,

tell me how life is different now that we are older.

Tell me how the silent spirit reverberates within,

tell me how material things are not a way to win.

Tell me how the stars have helped along the way,

tell me the legacy you give me on this day.

Tell me the truth of you- no edits to the self,

tell me of those pages you left on the shelf.

Tell me that you understand the words I’m putting down,

tell me that the last chapter has just been found.

I wish you peace, love, and all that hippie shit. ( It is good to have an edge)

If you choose to you may — Buy me a coffee?