Pass through,Heavy as you are.I feel too weak to carry you.
I am a boulderupon dark, misty seas,I take the brunt of the stormand the crashing…
Melancholy riversrun through this bodyof lingering sorrowand a yearningfor lost…
I lie in a wastelandof golden sand — I’ve waited so long,and I no longer know…
Time locks my tearsand feathers into a globethat fits into the palm of my hand —…