I have watched
As the silver greens of Springs past
Give way to the gold of the Summers gone,
The bronze of Autumn, I've seen
Bow to the White of Winters
As I've sat
And waited for the fade of the light.
I have wondered
How it would feel to live with this who I am
that I've been, to stand
As witness to a cycle of eternal life and death
What would I have done.
I have lived
With this open emptiness in my spirit
An emptiness that through the changed colours
Has grown, matured and
Now is become greater than the spirit itself.