I lie in fetal

wrapped in my

yellow blanket

reminding me how the

sun wraps around my

skin like silk.

I'm a cocoon

not yet the butterfly.

I linger in the breeze

as the wind kisses my face.

Clouds whisper nine

heartbeats to the blue

skies, filled with rainbows double.

I lie in fetal position

yearning your touch.

I have clawed my way

through dark masses

lived among the stars

hung from galaxies

swinging between the

moon and the sun.

My feet rustle through the

roots protruding from

it's living environment.

I stand still in murky waters.

sinking in the cavity of earth.

The cries are wrenching my

teeth. No longer does the mind

thrive on thirst, but hunger knaws.

Brittle nails scratch the surface

deep in the bones of an ivory life.

Whispers through the coldest breast,

nothing is heard, nothing is seen.

A body of wreckage lie six feet deep

until the moon rises and the sun moves

North of a broken heart.