All I Have

I longed for more time to lay cornerstones, but life had started detaching my soles I wanted more daylight to see a Galaxy of beauty that rested, within one finger of breath I desired of many things to walk the Ponte Vecchio and glimmer in its wares, casting a reflection in the Arno that wavered to the Vasari to shelter beneath a Sistine vision as Michelangelo, Raphael Botticelli and Bernini dart in and out of my haunt, smudging all in view to drink the atmosphere of Stonehenge, drowning in its history and laying as sacrifice in a swoon of blood ‘I want’ screamed a child in me ~~~~~~~ I’ve become a fresco fingerprinted, with need and desire astral traveling from the nib of my pen, I sate my thirst but, as time lessens, and daylight fades in the history that is me ‘I have’ what whispers in thralls a will that ever dreams