By Mark A Leon

I can see, though I have no sight 
Hear through the silence 
Feel through the hate 
Learn from the lessons
I can be with this heartbeat
A repetitive soothing mechanism of reason, logic and belief 
An orgasm of the senses

Stop 
Reflect 
Seize this silence moment and think

I wish I were a painter
Perhaps a sculptor 
Thus a composer 
To create
To visualize an existence bore from the mold of the mind 

Creation 
The cornerstone of all we know 
As servants, we are given the tools to define and remember 
An archive of the rules of goodness and the punishment of misconduct of the ethical violation of the gift of life

A life defined 
A world yearning to be healed 

Concrete dreams on satin clouds 
It's the fairy tale of childhood that come true with a kiss 

Now I am here 
Now is my time to serve with the sun as my guide 
And by my side is you

I cannot ask for more
You've given all by being here with me 
A sacrifice 
A sacrifice for love 
The great unknown with a twist of unexplainable comfort 

Together we can find closure with this small opening 

Take me hand and I yours 
Feel our energy merge creating a powerful force of positive explosions of the heart 

A life explored, defined, educated and rested with purpose