I am

I was a light, along a path to seek

I thought I was a light.

I was of love, a kiss upon a cheek

I thought I was of love.

I was the ink, for words a soul to speak

I thought I was the ink.

But I’m but flesh to age and rot

and turn to dust,

a flick of cells I must

for all the above I’m not-


“I don’t know what keeps me mingled—
in excitement and grief.
I know no name of this fire I burn in—
but only that it is and I am.”
― Rafy Rohaan