Back into the Sun

There is a rhythm
even to the fear we feel
a staccato quickly beating
that thunders through our veins

Yet if we breathe
slow and deep
to calm its frantic flight
a voice from the cacophony will sound
whispering secrets of the fire
burning with a quickening desire
to live and to be heard
within the undertone and words
of our expression

And the wind will dry
the endless tears we've cried
as spirit, finally free
will take to flight
as if it were a ray of light
reaching back eternally
into the sun

?Michaelette?

9/25/99
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