Alight upon a frail stem,
Tussle, sway with the wind
In your brutal dance
Beneath an indifferent sun.
Underneath the brittle shell
Is a secret grace,
Waiting, longing to emerge.
Come back to me,
Fearless and on fire.
Strip skin, soul, bone,
Writhe in wondrous pain
Listen to the voice of blood.
There is power in small things -
The transparent wing emerging,
A song of light, this dying breath,
Revelation of soul to sky.
I am your heart,
Your body's final rest.
Come back to me.
© 2003 J.L.Stanley