A road was laid for me a thousand years ago, or so it now would seem as I look back.
I heard a call, not with my ears nor heart, it came up into my skin, saturating me
With longing for another country, one not my own but one that would own me.
I traveled here through time, through lives, through spaces wide, loud, rich and full,
To stand here in the quiet, enveloping stillness, to walk into the crucible of the desert
Where the sun works as the refiner's fire, burning me into a thing annealed.
I have turned my face from where I was; I am my past and need not dwell there now.
All I have learned and done has led me here to this place of light and tomorrows
Where the fire of extinction is welcomed as precursor to the fire of renewal.
It is the Spirit of the South, Spirit of Fire, great lion of life, great dragon of passion
That has led me here, that calls to me still with luminous voice that bids me burn
In the endless cycle of destruction and creation, the fire illuminating all roads to come.
© Morwyn, 2007