Soaring, flying, falling.
First it’s three, then one.
Falling, falling, its over.
Dark shattering cold.
My life's blood has flown,
in a river of scarlet beauty.
It flows in tandem to my stopping heart.
The darkness descends yet again.
When I awaken it is to light.
I look at myself, lying cold and lifeless.
But that can’t be I am standing vibrant and glowing.
I see the body of my past.
I turn away, and leave.
The light blinds, yet comforts.
It compels me to my knees.
My eyes trained on the ground,
I see my reflection in a lake of crystal.
My body it is not male or female.
I am free, I am living.
Flowing freely in a stream of peace.
I have left the realm of mortality.
In this world I fly without fear of falling.
The voices echo my thoughts.
This is where I belong.
This is my serenity.