Frozen and tired
This will of mine
Oh so weak
Wants to winnow away
Like the last rays of sun
On a winter's afternoon.
Disintegrate slowly into
Dust, a cloud of me,
Dispersing over plains,
Wooded world,
The ocean, going back,
From whence I came.
A molecule you breathe
Taking in my essence
Could I possibly stir
Your chastened blood
Light a fire within you
And let us both melt away.
Mary K Jan 2015
