I wonder
What it is that beats inside me.
I ponder
What it is that is beyond my bones and my blood.
I wander
To the depths in search of that secret.
It's yonder
To the reaches of the blue sea above.
I'm under
The clock of mortality that ticks inside me.
I'm over
The fear of withering out.
I long for
Wings to catch the air that seems to fly past me.
I discover
Wings in the secret of the depths beyond.
I'm sunlight
In a grove of jasmines.
I'm shadows
In the stretch of dawn.
I'm tides
Crashing against the shore and pulling out.
I'm lightning
Crashing through a dark sky in a whip of light.
I'm ice
With eyes that are cold and a heart that's numb.
I'm fire
With eyes that love and hands that hold.
I'm aether
The breath and life of the universe.
I'm stardust
The blood and bones of the galaxy.
I am
And that is all there is.
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The Thing With Fangs
PoetryA collection of poems and ramblings from the deafening mind of a quiet girl.