As I sit outside and brood,
as I sit and feed my mood,
clouds above fly swift and free,
seems like they are taunting me.

As I sit and feel the chill,
as I brood the air goes still,
skies above lean down to see,
seems like they are calling me.

As I sit outside my heart,
as I chill and work my art,
eyes above shine bright with keys,
seems like they are greeting me.

As I sit and feel Time lapse,
as my heart begins to pass,
gods above reach hands to me…
Finally, my soul set free.

Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
© Copyright 11/24/04