I AM ME
I am the daughter of singing and dancing
I am the music that sings you to sleep
I am the wind that brushes against your chest
I am me!
What are you?
Are you the whistle in the wind?
Are you the bird that lays eggs?
Or are you the book that’s blank?
I think that you are all of it.
I don’t remember
when I flew with the
fairies and fell.