Where crows screech, piercing my eardrums~
I long for doves flutter wings who tap feet on piano's ivory ebony keys~
Echoing melodies to my vacant heart.
My itching skin flakes flesh from where once a talon pierced~
Yet.... He radiates sunshine to the depths~
Massage my broken back~
I cry out, "What excrement is this, that I must dwell in? When my soul, spirit, and frame ache for nourishment?"
Vanilla and tangerine are my craving~
Cherry tree blossoms in orchards of vast land is the space that I need....
My eyes, nostrils, lips breathe in black dirt
But my mind and my heart envision turquoise blue clouds sprinkling baby's breath....
Down.... down upon my neck
Oh butterflies sing to my soul. ....