I stand, dipping my toes in the sunrise,
My lips tasting of mountain berries,
My lungs filled with stardust.
Pebbles tumble playfully to the ground which many call their home,
where I once called home
and where I hear my childhood name being summoned by heartstring musicians.
Leaning into the wind, I feel the air in my wings.
I am fire.
I have drank of love's poison and succumbed to her fatal kiss,
Yet through broken lungs and with a bruised tongue, I sang "I love you."
I sang to the stars and to love and to pain, and to him,
And to my virgin heart's surprise, he joined in my serenade.
A duet conducted by fate,
Two tongues danced on the graves of our sorrow.
We were gods sitting upon thrones we built ourselves, looking on at those who had only the courage to envy us.