In silence watch the seasons pass

With golden pageantries in bloom,

a chrysalis, my quiet womb,

in realms with tilting leaves and grass.

It seems to me I know the tears

of other souls, their joy and pain

they lived and died 'neath sun and rain,

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'neath fading light in bygone years.

Mine, the grief of change and death,

of simple things beyond recall,

Mine, the soft light of dawns, and all

The morning's vanished dreams and breath.

Now comes the hour of my rebirth

And forever does the heart aspire,

And seek, on wings of purple fire,

My place and purpose on this earth