Little Bear

I smoulder
With each breath I fill my soul
For are you not the everlasting?
Are you not truly wondrous to behold?

I shimmer
With each grain of sand, I wear
Are you not the walker of the night?
Do your eyes not hold a luminous stare?

I shiver
With each cold tomb I feel
Is your name not carved for all to see?
Are you not in death, far more real?
With each statue I draw near
Are you not the angel of my dreams?
Are you not demon, king, beloved of fear?

I swallow
With each drop I take my bequest
For you are AKH-EN-ATEN, Pharaoh, master of death

People tell you nothing is worth winning without a fight.
People say taking risks is what its all about.
I’ve always lived my life this way.
With movement,waves and lots of shouts.

But now my wings are clipped, my ship is docked in port.
Immobilized, stuck, the obstacles are invisible.
I need a push, lift me off, I’m lost.
The lure of freedom is irresistible.

Dust yourself off, get back to the fight.
The nightingales have taken flight.
Come back, come back and sing to my soul.
I need your joyful song to make me whole.