Saw the sun before,
Had spent my entire life
Concealed, how would I see
The light?

How could I understand
It’s radiance?

If I never

Tasted the rain before,
Had spent all my days
In barren lands, how
Would it taste?

How could I appreciate
It’s fundamental life?

If I never

Kissed your lips
Tasted your skin
Felt its galvanizing cadence
Between us

How could I love
If I never kissed you?

I want to live my days like that
Like I’ve never seen the sun
Never felt the rain
Never kissed you

Each time
The first

Image by Renè Müller

Published by J M Greff

J M Greff is the rambling author, trucker philosopher, peace loving hippie, spiritual warrior, backpacking pantheist, wandering minstrel, and poet fool who created A Caravan of One for you. View all posts by J M Greff