Calmed

Calmed

What we are not
is what will
What we are
is what was

The moment that crumbles
is yet one more moment
The phoenix that rises
will die once again

to rise and to rise again
what is this thing called life
what is this and
what is this

Yet on to me I fend
Sysafis upon the hill
will once again start again

how must I make amend
not even with death
do I see the end

My wax wings weigh a ton
not even with mind’s ambition
will I reach the sun
I cry when they melt
reluctant I return
What was it that I felt?

This moment’s touch?
This second’s hand?
I curse the demon
that by the fire one night
was a forgotten sham
Lydia beckoned for the swan
all for I to think that I am

born again and again
time to die
time to live.