f e e l i t a l l



The wind offers secrets
In the form of a kiss
On the skin
In the middle of a storm
In the sky-
So I turn
And I dance,
Enthralled by the thunder,
Surrendering to truth
That falls in the form
Of rain coming down
To the earth,
To my bones,
To the tips of the stones-
So I sing
And I dive,
And I let myself burn.
I feel myself rive,
This is what it means
To be alive.