collection 1a

who i'm becoming.

With age, fear's a waxing moon;
my heart a tumbleweed boat on black ocean,
drifting, one-oared, aimless.
dreams distant, frail dust in a strong wind,
soul shrunken, old sand under stone.

But life grinds me finer as i grow,
a reed in the wind, shaken but strong;
a leaf in the air, free flying.
Slow alchemy is grappling with me,
inner light is shining.
Home is within, my heart's a door,
my life a wheel, still rolling...
facet by facet, grit on bone;
I'm a diamond half polished,
a diamond near done..
a small rock, turned at last to the sun..