Leave, but do not this to I
Think, but not this of I
Be, but not this to I
These are all I know of you

First you think, they may be the answer
Then you feel, they may have the answer
Then you know they question
Not only the answer, but your right to question

Dreaming only told me how I would feel
Not the way I would be felt about
That still remains your mystery
You could turn and say I . . .

Gifts are not only given
They must also be received
Don’t deny me the one given or taken
Because you fear to open yours

I see because I look
I hear because I open up
I dream because it had to be
Designed to be better than it is

Don’t curse what you do not understand
Don’t wish to be what you already can
Don’t hide from you who you are
Don’t let me be without being to you

© 1997   Tim D. Coulter Sr.