Now

Salty Wispy Slipping sand falls around our fingers
Orange fire blazes the sky
Causing a bird to see through the sky
To home
To a place he calls home.
Crystal blue eyes look out at it all.
Am I still alive or did I die here one thousand aching years ago?
And do I have to do this again?
And will you be there to meet me?
Sheltering sun smiles on the scene
I am wind
And sometimes when snow touches your nose
I am snow too.