My sky is falling down to me;
All those peering clouds, are over...
Hung aloft off dew and dank
I climb and climb to greener leaf
Breathing rays from deeper iris...
As the last skull of sun leaked -
Fell a pale butterfly to its moon,
Blithely settling amidst rosy swamps
To let the tulips scent my doom
And ferret out debris of chills...
