I am the dreamer stirring in their sleep

And waking to a world devoid of rest

I am the things that I decide to keep

The tokens that I clutch against my breast

 

I am the thunder hiding in the clouds

The pouncing of a cat, intent to startle

I am the figure underneath the shroud

Giving way to silence that is mortal

 

I am the ocean roaring in the dark

I am the light of the eternal spark

 

I am the thing that is recycled

I am the lover of the cycle