I was a hidden treasure
Given for One's good pleasure
This air I breathe while so rare
A space I occupy as I'm still here
It flows as the heart that beats
As also for many it gently greets
I came from One as all
This breath once answered a call
We breathe as one as from One we came
Hearts in unison no existence the same
This breath I breathe while unique to me
Ever here on my brief journey constantly
Fulfilling my purpose beyond my existence
Encouraged to bless all by my presence
First welcomed me with open arms
A world still savors all this breath charms
Asleep or awake you're always here
Shadows cast all here know I truly care
Invited to inhale, to exhale, to live, to be
My place in time mine familiar to me
This breath in here keeps a world out there
The campfire of my air, knows I'm here
When at sunset I thought of a life lived here
Will I be remembered, will the world even care
All I amassed that I cannot take
Will the world grieve my loss in light of my wake
No footsteps, no space, no presence, no place
Occupied like this that time cannot erase
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.