Fleeting
My breath is the wind.
I am blustery and cold
against the flat blue forever of sky
and the dim grey foreboding of clouds.

Forgetting
My blood is memory.
I am dim corners of days past
trimmed and frayed
by eternal time and finite distance.

Going
My life is a mortal moment.
I am eternity in flux
moving beyond my broken body
into the history of tomorrow.

Gone
My soul is infinite.
I am sky with no horizon,
expanding into the dark of unknown
once released by this frail form.

AcB 10.31.00