This space unlike any other
Given to me and only mine
Lived so well like no other
Moments here one of a kind
This space was made for me
The only one I'll ever know
Prepared in time for eternity
It's in me wherever I go
This space occupies me
Ever present as a shadow
All-consuming air I breathe
Every moment it's me, it shows
This space welcomes me this way
Clasp its hands in joy
Unseen worlds bend low to say
This handywork our task employ
This space will soon give me up
Another dimension eagerly awaits
My welcome in time slowly stops
Joyfully this space, I will finally escape
This space in which I lived
The one that lived in time
May one day gladly say, "you were mine"
Chris G Peters were born on the most southerly gem in the necklace of islands spanning the Caribbean Sea. Here where the sun shines differently and set as though kissing the horizon, where coral reefs blooms, surf greets the sand, musical rendition of waves pounding the shore. A salty mist is in the air and the verdant beauty of nature abounds everywhere. Learn more.