This Flesh

This flesh is all I have,

these books, as well.

I go to other worlds

like flying birds when

I read the deep words.

I have nothing but time

and these eyes that see.

This heart still ticks.

I want to go under sea.

I read these books

with the lamp on bright.

So much paper with ink

filling up the whiteness.

These are the words that

make a young child grow.

This flesh is all I have

and memories of your

smile, your smile that could

lift me higher than words.