I am the wildness and dust that spun into the
Light that burns our days
I am the hand that carved the rock
And laid them up to touch the clouds
I am the eyes that looked
Upon untouched shores and dreamed of more
I am songs that echoing in the deepening night
I am wood breathing and the whispering grass
I am still pools that reflect our very souls
I am flesh I am ghost
I am all and I am nothing
Who am I to deny this death? I cannot
Anymore than I would deny birth
I will celebrate them both
From the very breath I take until the very last I return
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
From the very breath of life. Nice work.