I see your eyes in the sky at night
And your body during the day.
I study the way the clouds form into different shapes or words.
'Till one day I realize your speaking to me, your only daughter and now you're asking her how it's like to me mortal.
Of course she answers you with it's a filthy place full of drunks and deadbeats.
I hunger to be with you in the skies and to be able to make a rose bloom at random.
Your fragrance is as sweet as the orchard that I lay in and dream.
Your voice as sweet as the oceans growing tides.
Every morning I watch the flowers bloom outside my window until the pedals disappear as a sign of winter or fall.
I kiss the sky and walk along by myself or so I thought until I hear your voice in the summer breeze.
I see the dust storm slowly consume the Earth and in the distance I see your body.
I scream out "MOTHER" and you disappear into the storm as if you were never truly there at all.
