Fate's Cradle

The sky is my canvas. Rain, my gravity. The ebony earth burdens my shoulders, Displaces my spine, exhausts my ankles. Still my empathy surpasses desire to cast it away, To drift away as the crow flies, Seal the door and draw the shades, Bury my bones beneath my covers, Close my eyes and paint my sky, Let my soul glide eternal in reverie. As my eyes go grey, and my thoughts grow delicate, Nearing the final gate, my path confining me, Clenching the breath that flows through my veins, Solace devours my carcass as this vast cumberance is lifted, Embracing another, sustaining it's ageless journey. My skin does not wither away. It grows. Fed by the tears of those I loved, A feather for every drop, I fly to the clouds to sign mymasterpiece.