come down
come to me
you ask
for me
you ask
for poverty
you ask
for sleeping in
in sleeping bags
you ask
for a cold
ocean wind
you ask
for me

come see
the mirror
of the
drowning
you ask
for me
you ask
for my
family
in
every
alley
i have
a mother
in every
alley
i have
a god

i
cannot
leave
the broken
glass
shore
i can
ask
you
to dream
but that
is all
i
do

hold
on
for the
castle
i know
you
deserve

i want
the
forest

i want
wilder
ness

i
want
the
sea

me too...another good one

Your heart speaks volumes my friend. Excellent write.

jim...

Nice job Jimmy!

filled with wanting and longing