My feet
as they reach for the dance
of the dawn of an Earth
that they know
My heart
as it tells where the dancer
may go
My thumb
on the string as a drum
and a pulse of the song
on my tongue
My voice
on the wind
in the tales I have sung
My eyes
in the face of a lie
in the face of a lie
that someday
may see you
My teeth
in the jaws of a truth
in the jaws of a truth
that someday
may free you
My toes
as they stretch in the sand
of a shore in the heat
of a sun
My legs
as they ache
in their desperate run
My lips
as they burn with the thought
of a kiss to explore
what can be
My dreams
as they tug at the chains
to see
silences come alive
in sentences spawned by fire
in books that then may be
doors that then may be
eyes that then may be
life
My tear
as it furrows a course
for a trace of a vestige
of smile
My sigh
as it captures the air
for a while
My birth
as it wonders at why
would the gate between lives
be so dark
My death
as it ventures again
to embark
My soul
as it travels again
and again and again
through heavenly
pastures
My self
as I travel again
and again and again
my soul ever
after
