Feathers falling from the sky
To build me up again
Predator winds
That rush to fill me in
I feel quite at home
In the January cold
Lying wide awake
Among the snow
I rebuild my body
By the comfort of the moon
The satellites don't judge me
By my shape
How am I to die
As if I'm ever given life
How can you expect this
From me
In the glow of morning
My skin drips away
I become unborn
By the sun
I'll build the ice around me
The best that I can
Better to repeat the work
Than it is to fade away
Sometimes when the air has turned
To crystals
Even Apollo's fire cannot
Unmake me
My spirit feels so light
Though I'm made solid as a stone
Lord and castle both
Among the cold
I feel quite at home
In the January cold
Hollow threads of silk
And powdered bones
Cold to the touch
And never bothered much
By the killer winds
That rush to fill me in
In the rays of morning
My body bleeds away
I become unborn
By the sun
I'll build the ice around me
The best I can at night
Better to mend constantly
Than it is to fall apart
I can't reconcile
The January cold
With the light and fire
That eats away my soul
Bodies bleed and scatter
Spirits fall and crumble
I'm blessed to know
That spring will never come
Spring will never come
In the light of morning
My skin bleeds away
Once again, I'm unborn
By the sun
I'll build the shell around me
Hollow at my core
Better to protect the flakes of snow
Than it would be to just let everything else go
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