A flame within me has slowly burned
Unextinguished through a flood of years
Unknowing love and laughter, hopes and fears
And thoughtless pulse of ill, and rewards unearned
I feel no rapture of lesson learned
I hear no whisper of a tide that veers,
I weave no thought of passion, nor of tears
Unfettered I of time, of habitude.
I know no birth, I know no death that chills
I fear no fate nor fashion, cause nor creed
I shall outdream the slumber of the hills,
I am the blossom, the flower, I the seed;
I do know that in whatever I see
I am the part and it the soul of me.