it has come to me
every wish granted
life says, have i not given you all?
you are alive
you breath in the clear night air
yes, every right to live is here
cradled in my hands
a child of the dunes and the moon
blow at me and i will be set free
free of will
free of life
i will look to the horizon and question no more
my life is mine to care
i am not of others but of myself