Here is my rise from the ashes of a love
That had burnt me in all my essence.
Here is the torn shell of fear
Dead and disremembered forever.
Here I drink to death for it is the thought of it
That brings joy to my living.
I am alive as the sunlight
Cast on the walls of this expeditious city.
I breathe in the air with hope and blow a kiss
To the people who do not heed my sprightly smiles.
I flap my wings with faith and rise to sing
To all the walking dead: “Come alive, come alive!”
Here is my rise in a poem
On the white sheets of this blue book
As my body rises from the sheets
Of your bed fulfilled and divine.
Here I greet the shimmer in your eyes
And bid farewell to fears.
I shall walk without fear on the air
And all the five elements
For I imagine you watching me
And hear your wings flapping next to mine.
Here I shall fly fearlessly forever.
