Return to Breath softened fall, angel of always never (idea)

on cold mornings who would gather around to shelter your pieces falling or your [drinking eyes]. no one, and everyone, who had loved your fingers and the way they could dance. always - i could never capture you as you were, only as you might have been if it did not rest so, [upon weakest shoulders]. the wind told me of your heavy eye stare, and how did i believe that you would only smile [when skies dropped off to greyest gray].

just cradling, slow fading
[death of birth].
only when
you created closed eyes, forever.

self induced moment of
pure blissful agony,
there were only stars and
[the sky lay around you],
always out of reach.