I

For want of the sky

My feet left the ground

Gravity made no sound

And a life already marred

Fell from grace, fell to earth

Eyes still saw the sky

Still envied birds that fly

But legs had no wings

That most hurt the feelings

As I lay dying

Cold and crying

Hands empty of touch

But I wanted so much

I slept with dreams of the sky

Unworried about how or why

I slept in peace through the pain

Washed down in the next rain.