her name was patience

 
I want to return to the sun  
as pure energy
swirling, pulsing light  
nameless and faceless  
as I was before  
 
my immortal glory  
an echo I hear on occasion  
I no longer recognize this incarnation's voice  
as being my own  
I was a tyrant given to fits of passion  
a destroyer of all things great and small  
 
within this body I've learned humility  
I see that given time things come full circle  
flourishing in truth  
and diminishing myths  
with their real nature  
 
I know I will never again shine so fiercely  
but it's my hope my beauty is deepening  
within an understanding  
 
blooming vibrant with color  
a beauty so bright it can't be created  
with an utterance or idea  
 
it must evolve within love and patience  
to be gathered only when fully ripened  
a mature love of the cosmos