It was only my memory as the open sky
Birds may land but leave subtle trace
Etched in the confines of my mind
In and out and over again
From when my eyes transformed to mercury
And my thoughts streaming ghost of white
Inpalbable as the wind we know is frozen
Walls and roads and all machinations of the hand
No man could draw a portrait of her
No math would that explain
Only coastlines of an empty land
And a sunrise