I Am

I am the breeze that brushes your cheek
I am the comforrtaning arms you doth seek

I am the ripples that move through the waves
I am the bell tolls of the holy naives

I am the light that gleams from the sky
I am the gulls that taught you to fly

I am the sand flowing from within your fingers
I am the voice that still lingers

I am the loam that's drawn from the sea
I am the bloosms which brighten the trees

I am the sugary scent of pine and mint
I am the crackle that sparks fire with flint

I am all of these and so much more
But mostly I am just merely the dreams upon your shore