The dust covered lane in which you lie
Is untouched, pure, majestic
The blue of your eyes
So like the blue of the open sky
Are covered
Unknowing of all you could be seeing
The pale skin of your smooth body
Breathtakingly similar to the pale of the snow
If I had not know better I would say
You are dead
You are Unchanged by seasons
Not withered by time
Perfect in the sense of the word
Yet catastrophe rages
Underlying pain behind  
Still eyelids
Stiff joints
Porcelain
Thoughts we will never know
Scream within their boundaries
Pushing you over the edge
Casting you far away
With no need to return
Wrapped up in all you now know
Uncaring for the rest
You are in pain but
Finally
At peace