
Dying will I always do, but not as soon as this burning cold world would have me go.
Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Spiritual - Words: 320 - Published: 01-26-08 - Status: Complete - id: 2468001
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I'm alive and on fire! A
fire burning brighter
Than all the sunrises I've
ever known before!
I used to think I was
alive;
I thought blithely my
livelihood was full,
But instead of standing, I
was sleeping;
Instead of seeing, I was
dreaming;
Now instead of dreaming, I
am feeling,
I am moving, I am
thinking,
I am flying higher into
skies I've never even seen.
I'm alive and on air, on
lofty heights
That move me and prove to
me I'm here,
And that I've been here
all along.
The sun burns my eyelids
away,
But the burning isn't
hurting anymore.
I can see what I have not
seen before,
But now that I have gotten
here, I cannot land again.
I'm alive and on ice, and
now that I'm feeling
I can feel how cold it's
always been.
I have to keep moving to
keep from freezing,
Now that I'm on the move,
I cannot sleep again.
But I'm on fire, enough to
keep the ice at bay;
I'm on air, but not enough
to fly away.
I'm so alive, but somehow
living kills me,
Somehow living puts me
dying.
Dying will I always do,
but not as soon
As this burning cold world
would have me go.
I'm only as slow as things
I still don't know;
I'm only as high as my
lowest flights;
But I'm not dead, at least
not yet,
And I don't plan to be
until I feel my time is done.
I won't die yet until I'm
all spent,
Until I can no longer see
and close my eyes,
When from what I've seen I
can no longer dream.
That will my end of time,
and then is when I'll go.
But right now, I'm too alive.
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