Sunrise

Grant me the sight to see things as they are.
Grant me hope to continue the journey.
These prayers I whisper, gazing on a star,

Or looking at sunrise over the sea.
Though I am weary, it does not matter,
When eastern light is reborn before me.

The chains fall away with a sharp clatter,
And I am free of the things I have done.
My heart with joy is going to shatter,

As I leap up in flight born of the sun.
I am born of the sun, and born of fire.
I am the brilliant, the radiant one!

Joy, and wild laughter, and wilder desire--
These are my wings that sweep me to the high.
In light I fly; within light I soar higher.

I am the spirit of flame and of sky.
I am the thunderclap on brighter wing.
I am one born of earth who can still fly.

I am a comet, every bright thing.
I am the phoenix; the sun is my fire.
I know the song that the last sirens sing,

And on wings of such song rise from my pyre,
And dance with the flame, and to light aspire.