Aerial Birth

You’re out of reach

Skyless screen

With silver leaves

Shimmering

Descending to the earth

Aerial birth

Above the fir

Eventually

Waiting for the day

Nothing left to say

All that you leave behind

Slips from the edges of your mind

All that you are dissolves

Building a temple meant to fall

You’re in too deep

Worlds beneath

A tangled weave

Endlessly

Ascend into the grave

Emeralds in clay

Disintegrate

Eventually

Waiting for thе day

Nothing left to say

All that you leave

Slips from thе edges of your mind

All that you are dissolves

Building a temple meant to fall