Again, I Am

I, a daughter of oceans held in the palm of mother earth a being ignited with a fire that wove a heart of the wind lifting, torn from pages floated in the firmament I was —- I, a whisper of echo that was the call of sorrow in a moments Ecstasy, being all and nothing floating I, a speck of dust finding niche within earth a sarcophagus made of crust healed with time, and budded to life —– I am a daughter of the sea held within the spirit of mother earth a being ignited with a fire that weaves a heart of wind lifting, to be rebound in all chapters floating in the firmament , I am, again