when sleep does come i ask myself if this is the last
is this the last goodnight?
the last goodbye?
the last day to live life?
when i wake to another day
i know it was not the last
so each moment i live my life to its fullest.
letting each second wash over me like a sweet ocean breeze
enjoying every little thing that life has to offer
i watch as the rings of my life grow in number
like droplets of water falling from the sky
feeling like the silken threads of time against my skin
weaving the threads of my memories
staining the earth with my being for eternity