High my spirit rises
At the coming dawn
That approaches sooner
With each passing night

Race me to the edge of the world
Where there is wonder
And mystery
And a new horizon
None have seen

Take my eyes, but not the sunset
Take my ears, but not the birds
Take my hands, but not the grasses
Take me all, but not the world

I find myself in fragments
An arm here, a mind there
An ear to the wind
A heart on the horizon
So that I am spread over all the earth
Waiting for I know not what

Give me the sun
That I might see
Give me the moon
That I might howl
Give me the stars
That I might wonder
Give me the cosmos
That I might be

Fire grows
In my limbs
To do
To act
To be

Its flames unbending
As I try to
Douse them
Quiet them
Shape them

What to do but
What they urge
What they cry for
What they demand

Let your body rest in the cool
Eat not of the frozen air
Wake not for the winter birds
Stir not for the dormant seeds
Lie still till the sun returns
And the snow restores you
And whispers of green float on the wind

Hunger takes me
Of a different kind
Than that sated by food
Thirst arrests me
Of a different kind
Than that quenched by drink
Pain wracks me
Of a different kind
Than that quieted by salves

I would
Walk
Run
Swim
Fly
Jump
Die
With you