Connection

My shadow has shrunk Down to the size of my soul Tiny seed of a childhood memory Has grown up to the size of my thought I seek rain in dry clouds Swollen to the size of my heart Gay storm wraps up all my plans And time can't give me back my dream My size has been cut short Ideas turn sides on blank papers; On the small canvass of this life I Like to draw a home in an ancient cave I must get ready to travel to The source of light much bigger Than the nascent sun and let my Soul melt away in it to come out polished.