Atop a clay roof, wind wrapping round,
Spinning through the heavens the air whirls and bounds.
The sunlight escapes behind the cities edge,
Her last beams grabbing and my finger tips.
Trees cast blackened shadows on the ground,
While the smell of daisy's fill the corner stand.
Every inch of my being attempts to flee from hurt,
Searching for a way to escape the gray.
Collapsing into a bed of grass I soak in peace,
Feeling it all around, breathing in new life.
The sky turns dark and with it my light,
Diminishing with the sun until morning sent.