Singing Like a Bird

I’ve sailed through storms within

To the core now to the end

The abysses in me called out loud and grew

And asylum looms like an open tomb

Through dark and solemn days

I’ve been haunted on my way

While the dawn breaks slow

And I breathe beneath the snow

Up to the light I grow and down the roots below

Through doubts of every kind

Through the hatred of my mind

Still that face it hides when I turn to the light

But in the deep of night constellations rise

And I’ve been a trembling soul

Down to embers bathed in cold

Yet that inner gold boils down and down into

True solitude where all that is, is you

Then the tide spit me out as a baby

And though I am naked I am new

As a seed I was buried

But my sepulcher was a womb

Now the thousand weights I have carried

Fall from me as the dew

And all the paradise I have wasted

Springs forth still true