Another year has passed
And I am learning to fly again,
Spelling my true name amidst the towers
of starry light that guard my city
and guide my heart
to its belonging place.
I can never remember
How I got this far, but still
The echoes of the past remain
In the play of lasers across the floor
The bass beat of the city’s nocturnal heart
The rain that falls like tears on a grey summer day.
For the first nine months
She infused my blood with meaning, and a way
To live, despite the past.
And when I breathed her name
The Island answered me
With fire, and waves.
And now, I flow
Between the inhabitants of this plane
Like water from the mountains of my birth,
So far away.
If there was a means
To pluck the past, the present or the fantasy
From off the wheel of time,
I would choose
To live another day.
To see the spheres all realigned
The harmony regained,
The turmoil tamed.
And while
A resolution may not come
This season or the next,
Motion calms my restlessness
And I have ceased to wait.