I remember that time I crossed the line;
The sky was as white, and as wide,
As the wild bird flew inside my mind.
And I, stood still. The world before my eyes,
Held in suspension. Kept in a time
Gone by. Shadows of a past divide.
My hands outstretched to find not love,
But leaves. Burnt amber at the borders, dry
As the wind that beckons at the tide.
When I leaves from their branches freed,
I fell through dreams inside my mind,
Into the madness across that line.
Belonging and Becoming 