Paint me with brushstrokes in the shades of the clouds
Blanket my body with shells, pearls and feathers until tomorrow’s sunrise
I don’t want to see what’s hiding within, I’ve seen too much, my eyes are tired I just wanna lay down over the moist, dewy grass, skin to skin
I wanna merge with this soil right here and right now
I want to be nothing no more than the emerald dark green below and around,
Oak, moss, ferns and a dampy ground
When will the Earth finally swallow me whole?
I won’t be alive until she takes me back home.