Vanish
The cold air dances on my lips.
A breath shuddered embodies itself in a cloud of haze.
The ground is cool to the touch.
I sit here, my hands massaging the grass.
My heart pours out my life to the green meadow.
It will listen to me.
It will sit as long as i do, taking in my tribulations.
And the air will spiral through my pale hair.
And whisper wisdom in my ear.
The heavens will open and acknowledge my beign.
The pristine white snow begins its downward spiral to earth.
And the ground begins to vanish, taking my troubles with it.
The frigid, icy air swallows me up,
And i am completely tranquil.
Overwhelmed with confidence i dance on the moon.
The snow cascades there too.
My dilemmas remained on earth, and my soul is boundless.
The breeze is peaceful here.
But my spirit must fly back to earth,
And rejoin my body.
The snow is gathering now,
And i must leave my wonderland.
My life is calling.