Treasure Island

louis rams

(09/13/1943 / new york city)

I Am series #6


i am the stars in the sky
i am the moon up above
i am the rain upon your face
i am the one that you embrace
i am the ocean, a beautiful blue
i am the one who will capture you

i am all the above
i am pure love
i am the time that waits for no man
i am the one, who takes the stand
i am your hopes, your dreams
i am the unforseen

i am you
i am all that you do
i am life
i am whole
i am your very soul

now that you know who i am
and that i am you
what are you going to do?

are you going to spread this word
just so that you could be heard?

or are you going to turn your back
and let all else be attacked.

you, you you, are' LOVE'
sent from up above..

Submitted: Sunday, August 30, 2009

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