What is this slow blue dream of living, and this fevered death by dreaming?

You were born a child of light’s wonderful secret— you return to the beauty you have always been.

Death wins nothing here,gnawing wings that amputate––then spread, lift up, fly.

Between death and hell a bridge shining silver wings offers his soul hope.

Love taught me to die with dignity that I might come forth anew in splendor. Born once of flesh, then again of fire, I was reborn a third time to the sound of my name humming haikus in heaven’s mouth.