My Neck Tilted Upwards; Arched In Beauty,
Eyelashes Reaching For The Dawning Sky,
The Fog Incases Me In A Damp Husk,
Yet It Shakes My Soul Free Of All It's Rust,
As Snow Watches--Frozen From Last Night's Rain,
My Fingers Pulling Flowers From Their Sleep,
Digging Underneath This Cold Winter World,
My Hands Grasping The Sky--Screaming For Love,
I Slither Through The Clouds And Kiss The Stars,
I Try To Breathe Where There Is No Oxygen,
And So Do Those Delicate--Small Flowers,
Their Roots Were Feeding Off Of My Very Heart,
And Their Newborn Stems Climbing My Windpipe,
I Was In Eternal Peace--Forever,
I Was Basking In The Eternal Sun,
But I Fell From The Sky, Because They Came