Weight On My World- a poem a day or ... something

My Everything

I owe them everything

truly

I owe them the light I see

even in the places that wind and twist

I owe them echoes and swirls of distant yet pulseing lively memories

on my nightly runs sometimes i dream

of fareaway and distant things

that paint my world- the way they do

when i stop mezmerized by a place that gave so much i want to return

to grow harvest and give back

the way love almost always does

they are the porch and garage lights at night that tell me a road is safe and confortable

they are the dirt and sky and winds through the dark trees that stand high around me drizzled with a mystery I cannot always see

though some may be lost to me

like dizzy dazed memories

i remember the way it feels to feel alive

even when I convinced myself otherwise

through the dizzy acheing nystery maze of pain

and i see them

i can see life more clearly

and i owe them everything and more than enough

they are my everything

they are my love

they are my light

my sunshine

they are.