
When the blue sky drips down
And darkens into my hair
When my skin is sketched with human dust
I lie down on seas of grass.
Pearls flow out of my half-closed eyes
A gathering grows around me
Spectres and smoke-heavy souls
Touch my arm in a grey breeze
My demure lips part in peace
Closer to freedom than bliss.
Each time my mother lacked care
My father, love
Myself, hope
I sighed.
I blew out lukewarm images
Of the Ones Who Should Have Been.
They have come to visit me, finally,
A swarm of smoke enters my soul
Each whiff a companion
My heart is full.
