The fierce storms that swipe across my hair,
and fly beside my cheeks
as I soar
I am living among the clouds,
living a nice and painless life
I am flying high and flapping low
The birds are one with me,
as I touch the sun and
hug the moon
The stars glitter above my head,
my pale skin shimmering white in the
night light
I close my eyes
and listen close
to the beautiful
endings of lives and songs
that mend together in an imperfect tune
