Mommy, daddy, you left me to the ragged and violent Winds of winter.
Do you watch over me in these storms that Venture on and on and on? Am I fool to think that there are arms Within the endless fractals of the sky that might Reach down?
I can’t feel them Anymore. I don’t see you in my dreams Anymore.
Is there a moment when the spirit turns from the edges of This life’s shore And simply Walks away, Disintegrating into nothingness and leaving us here below to
Into a void that doesn’t hear?
The sky is white today like blank paper that might await some Prophecy or simply drift across the hills into the sea Where the lonely petrels and the albatross Skim their wings on the surface and pronounce