It cloaks me sometimes, the dark particles of ether.
A life stream in reverse, doll eyes reflect the world but not within.
The trees whisper my name, leaves touching my fingertips
to call me back from where I am, the sun aiding them with warmth.
The clouds are bright.
I feel the air and hear the movement.
There is so much life around me.
It tinkles like a bell, and when it’s sweet enough,
I can stand.