Flow through the haze
Flow through with ease
The sun rises
And so, the moon
The fog will fall
Becoming dew
To feed fauna
Below.

Sometimes,
For writer’s sake
I am not what I mean.
When you awake
And I am me
Will you and I forsake?

And me, my own
My soul’s embrace
To walk through fire
At my own pace
To see the birth
Upon my face
Would help me stand
In time and place.