I Am Said I (Huruma)

Dark evenings closing in I turn my chair to the fire Facing the warmth My back against night Suggestions of cold weather I am Alone but not abandoned Flame and hearth Hold memory Mesmerising moments The mystery of old stories told And new unfoldings Past and future huddled Together for now

I scrabble for words  To give expression Of who I am The what and the how Of this life But all the tongues Of the world would not Speak it in its fullness I am mystery Unfathomable even To myself The root and mood Are sung in songs Of outer space On hot August nights Soul tugged upward To the orbit of its belonging My home ever a temporary Dwelling place An emptiness deep That clings tenaciously Daring me to let go Knowing that I will not That I am chosen for it And I have chosen The infinity of whom It speaks and in whom I am mirrored