one day I will bloom
like the Moon

the phoenix
flies again in time
and time turns ashes
into diamond

wrapped up tight
waiting dreaming in the dark
do I dare to hope?

all of us
circle dance around the well
infinitely deep

my thoughts are drifting
wandering
dancing like petals on the wind
they climb the sky
and fly wherever
ride the timeline
like a river

death is the shadow of life
the silent darkness
of the sky

falling
into emptiness
life is the revenant of death

we rush
we run
we jump
we play
we say we are not animals

and how will we
describe ourselves?
if not animals
then what else?

they cry
they laugh
they sing
they dream
are we as different as we seem?

do they have words
to call themselves
not animals but
something else?