Before the rust forms between my cold bones
In a grave am I lost and gone forevermore
Only a name chiseled on the face of a rock
Dates made by the passage of time they store
Now laying down easy on the forest floor
The scattering of light that was set free
Soaring in flight as light on feathered wings
A light that is so pure and reemerging again
Escaping the traps of the past and all its pain
Bound up and recasted…..Metamorphosis
Brought up and restored and rebreathing
Everything muscle changing in form
Before becoming made into permanence
This is what it feels like….. to be reborn