neverfade

I am but energy of many forms. 
I am but happiness in all degrees
I am but shades of warmth and light
I am but shadows of countless memories
I am the faces of undying times
I am the history forever changing
I am the mind so cluttered unfilled
I am the rooms behind great doors
I am the places beside the pathway
I am the grass both brown and green
I am the dew that clings to mornings
I am the lids that shut for dream scapes

I am the wind that drifts in whispers
through ancient canyon who echoes truth

I am the river that cuts through granite
I am the son of the living bright-star
I am the remnant of ancient sentient
I am the ego in search of humility
I am the serpent that ate his tail
I am the knot and ends of tethers
I am the ear that hears the melody
I am the fingers that strum the night
I am the son of the living bright star
I am the story once shared by firelight