We are like the lemmings,

rushing over the cliff edge

to our demise.

This is life,

death beginning at birth,

destined to exist only as a spark,

to flash brilliantly then

diminish ourselves

for the rest of time,

as a self,

a spirit, a soul, a person,

savage and gentle.

I will be the moon,

the face looking down on you.

I will be the core, the rocky heart,

old as the universe,

bright as the sun.

Though you may only see me

now and then,

I will see you always.