The Purpose Poem by Tamisha Bellamy

To fall like a feather
To fall lightly onto a solid surface
To fall into heated hands and rest

To fall like a rock
To fall faster than the wind blows
To be buried deep under beachy sands and
just wait to be washed away

Will he know I am gone?
Will she miss this daughter?
They all would have to just move on

PLANES
CARS
BUSES
TRAINS
PEOPLE
Would have to just keep moving along

Things could change if i find the 'unfamiliar'
HANDS
HEART
BODY
LIPS and speak slowly

To move with thee
To lay with thee
To dance
...moan
...sing
Your purpose is to fly with me
Don't fall