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.