• Memories fallen broken to the floor
    I ask for less and want no more
    My fingers cut on their jagged edge
    I stand on a cliff looking over the ledge
    on a still, dark, warm summers night
    contemplating signifigance 'till sun brings the light
    What evidence shows that I am still here,
    I come here to think each year by each year
    The stars shower me with wonder of eligance
    I try to divide the facts from the relevance
    I smile as I watch the sea dance with the shore
    I ask for no less and want nothing but more.