my hair is made of gossamer
my eyes are of dew drops
my lips are just a wisp of wind
my throat dandelion clocks.

my skin the early morning mist
my blush made of rose petals
my bones are made of porcelain
my feet the snow that settles.

my body is made of tissue
my heart is just a sound
my mind just a forgotten thought
of silk thread they all are bound.

my dreams are made invisible
my tears the evening rain
my fears now silently approach
laying ruin to me again.

so delicate and fragile
the wings of a butterfly
could scatter me entirely
unto the ether I will fly