I Am

I am the spark in a circle of fire Seasons lay upon me their stream. A lost balance walking on wire Fighting with breaths for a risen dream. I am the glory you are missing My name is carved on the earth's rock. I receive the audience clap or their hissing Hiding my smiles behind the hours of the clock. I am the train that searches for a stop. The last drop of rain in the winter's breeze. I own no country, no lows and no top As my body is shared between the seven seas. I am not one of many, yet not many as one. My hands have chosen to touch this only sky. For the silence of the moon and the laughter of the sun I stay safe from the storm, keeping my eyes dry.