This forgotten shore

Witness the soul as it moves
through the cage of time,
as it paints itself
with the colors of
the finite,
as it matures in
the passing light
of the seasons.

It is the movement
of a living question
that feeds us,
a pulse in the music
that surrounds us,
a whisper in the waves
breaking on the sands
of this forgotten shore.

Pulling at the thread
of this maze I unravel,
my body becoming earth
as my heart burns
in the sky like a
red sun.