and then from the dream i was pulled.
i did not want to go, i was tired
and my nerves were a fiery ache.

but still, i was torn away and thrown
hurtling through time and space.



the first time i died, i was taken by the earth.
dirt filled my lungs, and sweet william bloomed
inside my rib cage.  birds alighted on my
white bones, and I became a home.

the second time i died, i was taken by the water.
the glacier found me and ate me up.  my skin
turned blue ~ all my thoughts, dreams,
and feelings were frozen in time and space.

the third time i died, my bones were crushed,
every part of me destroyed, so the fire was called.
i walked in slowly with relief.  all that i had been
was turned to ash and I became a new beginning.

the last time i die, i am guessing it will be the wind.
i will be swept and swirled away, taken up into the stars.
everything i am will return to that from which it came.
twinkling, silent rushes then I will become the dream.