Lily Pad

Take my hand,
Sweet Lily pad
I send your name
To my ears and eyes
To fold you in a page
I will look upon fondly,
When the days dry up in my eyes
That have seen nothing but
Cold, drab concrete,
A shrub too over grown,
Two pieces of discarded trash,
Drenched in a down pour
That happened
Two days prior.
Lilly pad, take my hand and hold it,
Never let go.
I need your life,
I need that thread that flows through the middle of you, that wants to live.
I need that energy
I need that force
I need that vein that keeps you alive,
So I can have one of my own.