if you stand and close
your eyes you might feel

a chilly kiss brush across
your cheek and wet

your motionless lips
with yet unspoken sentences

you might hear the calm
of tomorrow's breath as she

whispers promises of
a certain sunrise

if you open your eyes
you might see the exquisite

chaos falling from a
triumphant sky

if you stretch out your
hands you just might

catch a moment of bliss
in your empty palm before

it softly lands on
the powdered earth.