a silent, feathered shadow.
and flies so far above me
her eyes i cannot see.
her wings, they trace the morning sky,
then gently they erase it.
she crawls so far beneath me,
a green and growing seed.
And as she scrambles from the earth,
I pluck her purple flower-
I smell her brilliant colors
and taste her perfumed scent,
and i wander lost yet peaceful
in her sunlit bower.
I pick her sweet and ripened fruit,
her juices dripping down,
and laugh amongst her sharpest stars,
and whispered evening showers.
in dreams she brings me gospel hymns-
a choir to my bleeding sorrows.
and its to only me she sings.
yet only me who fears tomorrow.
I plant my soul beside her,
My roots they grasp in deep descent-
in darkness i will wrap myself around her,
and in that sacred moment
this empty life that i once knew
will reach its final, aching end.