soft clouds dissolving in my lungs
fabricated memories wrapping on my mind
i'm a whimsical warrior
wrapped in proses and poems
and I will let the vines
tangle through my fingers
& pull me closer to Earth's heartbeat
lay me in a blanket of barren dust
cast a basket of dried petals
I'll wait for the spring rain
to moisten my parched lips
will cry a river and let it run wild
