I was the sky,

Burning in the dawn,

Heralding the ashes of dusk.

I was wildfire, 

Roaring through the forest,

Dying in a small pocket of flame.

I was a star,

Glowing red,

Exploding inward.

I was all these things,

Or nothing at all,

A dark abyss of swirling black.

Then how to explain,

The things I shouldn't know,

Words I could not have.

How best to tell,

The gleaming edge

In my eye.

For the fire rages on,

The sun burning inside,

The stars lining my skin.

The world,

Cupped in the palm,

Of my celestial hand.

I was a being of stars,

With flaming hair,

Eyes like twin suns.

The stars remember me,

They sing to me,

Their words making me dream.

Fire brushes under me,

Whispering it's heady tune,

Waiting for me to be consumed.

The sky,

It's bottomless depths,

The sun reaching over the horizon.

I am a human,

I was the sun and the stars,

I was a raging fire.

Now and then,

Then and now,

My image burned into the minds of people.