For my grave: I dreamed to sleep Under the snow and stars And was one with them. .
I made this gift But it had strings attached And I covered it with leaves To hide, to sleep For when they grabbed onto For when they catched onto me. .
I gave the gift But it had a lid I covered it with leaves To hide behind my eyes Its secrets For when they fondled my skin, gently For they who covet the pennies upon my eyes, not to wake my sleep. .
I am this gift I am inside my lashes I am inside my latches I am covered within leaves
To hide, I grew the ivy For my eyes, and for my feet As they gathered to unwrap me. In these crypts. .
I gave away All I had, quietly I had with leaves Because I so loved them And leaves leave me freely To hide inside gently coveting climbing The door.
these days... are made as a text and a pick of us get me and my gift i am the ivy to: attatch and snow now covers. eyes with lashes... eye with leaves... hides me - grewsome ivy. my eyes gave away, quietly, all i had. till this day, .... i can't see what neighbors i had and until then, this day had crept, quietly closer... i was cut down as the ivy.