From whence I came..

FROM: Whence I came
                      will  I return again,
                                  am I dust of distant light year stars,
                                                          made wet clay of heavenly dew,
                                                                          formed in the falling gravity of time?

TO: Appear a formed mass imprisoned here,
                        with eyes to see and ears to hear,
                                    hands to touch and heart to feel,
                                                  the prison disintegrate in times weathering storm?

NOW: The clay dries and cracks,
                          ivory bone sand blown in desert heat,
                                        all sucked up in rays of sunshine,
                                              ascending in particles on the wind,
                                                    will I return to light years star shine again?

    FROM: the dark womb,     
    TO: the darker tomb,
    NOW: I ask the Creator of this destiny: Will I rise again?