My tears rush into rivers. <br />My breath makes the wind. <br />My mind, my hope, my soul, <br />They make me real. <br />An echo in my mind, a thought, <br />Says that my eye is the sun, <br />The other is the moon. <br />For they shine, so I may see. <br />My warm flesh breathes like fire. <br />My tears fall like the rain.<br /><br />Andy Purdy the Graven<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/native/
