Last night, I woke afraid.
The end of my life
whispered to me
from my pillow.
I saw the story
of my death in dreams:
a beautiful scene of
twilight and fire,
dying as a sunset
in red, amber, gold.
Today, I wake fearless.
Burning.
Last night, I woke afraid.
The end of my life
whispered to me
from my pillow.
I saw the story
of my death in dreams:
a beautiful scene of
twilight and fire,
dying as a sunset
in red, amber, gold.
Today, I wake fearless.
Burning.