I see the glaciers in the sky
from my deathbed on the ground.
If the sunrise is a smile
I’d give my heart to see it.
A night without it’s stars
comfort those who fear it.
And I am nothing more than smoke
rising from the clearing.
The nature of my wrath
is as strong as the pain I feed it.
And I’m never far from death
because I’m in love with it.
If tomorrow you are gone
I will take my gifts to heaven
and plead to see your face
through the clouds of my unknowing.