I Am

I am a tree, twisted in the earth. I am dust
crumbling in the wind – so, let me fly, with the wind;

barefoot,

clad in white, and let me take the reins,
riding winters coming across the northern reach.

Let my shadows run
across rolling hills, hair flowing back

and merging into the black of night, stars and moonlight.

I am a constellation,
set into the sky. I am the moon, waiting in the dark –

so, unravel me from the universe, and
tie me to your bed.

I'll be your firefly when your own flame turns to smoke.   

We will curl ourselves,
between the atoms in the space, and

listen to the thoughts of man and music spun like silk.

Your heart is far away now, but
maybe one day.