Brigid Faye, Reader

Singing Sweetly into the ether

With spirit as my witness,

I am eternal.

Warming my hands on a heater

In the cold midwinter iciness

I am ephemeral.

Dancing wildly in good time

With spirit as my guide,

I am eternal.

Being the victim of a crime

In the inner city I hide.

I am ephemeral.

Running in determination

With spirit as my will

I am eternal.

Reaching a dangerous culmination

To a point of no chill

I am ephemeral.