Lifting My Face

Heartless emotions saunter aimlessly,

icicles congeal under my eyes

in winds of loneliness, murdered

by arctic winds and tilted rains.

Fading into the world, I cut the ropes

that hold me back and anchor me

in wreckage floating under the water.

White blossoms of hope sprinkle

my face in confetti dust and I flower

in warm pause of sovereigns,

embrace the swishing satin sheep

feeding in lofty heavens.

I hang my image on a star

in the crest of silvered heaven,

immersed in moonbeams casting

beckoning spell and release myself,

unveiling my hidden mysteries

and greedily grasp the limitless sky.