And Then, I Was

It was when I embraced the fact that I was nothing did

Nature suddenly offer me, itself

on barks of trees dying, weights of winds--pushing

Barks of trees feeding, strikes of winds--hurting.

the tick of time, 

lifting

The tick of time, 

helping 

It was when I did banish my self that

A beautiful depth become known, 

inside the blacks of eyes unknown 

Silks over the others, falling

The colors under, reaching

And it was only when I screamed, 

ITS NOT TO BE

Did I become