To the One

Dance of lights inside my head 
weave about in thin air.
Here and there they flutter,
all of them are multi-colour.
Pressure pulses of pointed sight
lead me through the darkest night.
Alone I am, though still in touch
between the here and now.
I see the shaman's sage advice:
Death's door opens and closes from life to life.
It's only this present view that causes such sadness,
though on the other side is overwhelming gladness.
Take heart in this.  Do not despair.
Between forgetfulness and remembrance.
I live in the thoughts of many.
In each heart's beat and baby's breath
I conquer the very core of death.
Were we not meant to fly?
Who then can pluck the wings
from the truest voice that forever sings?
Tears flow down from saddened eyes
trying to drown the muted cries.
Whisper my name with the love you feel,
and know that in your words I am healed.