lay my tired body down
        into a coffin of empty verses
        built on broken winter promises
        and forgotten eyelash wishes


and fall my dreams like snow
        into the shadow of a bed,
        cold and dead, silently sleeping,
        weeping under the weight of the day


then walk my soul into the beautiful night,
        a silhouette of yesterday and the
        hazy oasis mirage of tomorrow,
        deep and dark like my grave