The past, now just ash.
To me the beginning has yet to come.
A flower to surface from the ground traveling up the stem past the leaves through the air all the way to me.

I burnt all bridges they no longer stand between divided water and land.

The end never here always to come, now is life and heart beat strong
I will to be
to stand here free.
head strong
would you be mine
I feel myself drifting beyond the speed of light
can you find me?
beyond this dark?

Birds fly high
higher then gone
specks cloud the sky
fly to me
down then further
they play the wind
wings strong and sure
they speak to me
I hear them
can you?
they say...
we are free
free to go where we please dip we sway
let current drift on
let wind sweep this cold, cold day away.

Too far driven
too far we float
too far is home
to there we go
to flowers flourished
to streams free
fast they swim though land and sea.