The Stakes

Lift me, Life,
Set me free.

My spirit, a song -
mellow,
on wind's wet lips;
sonorous,
on dew's crystal skin.

Sing me, cuckoo,
On an apple tree.

I bit it not, luscious
(blood apple).
I am of, the bound
(angel's kin).

Ever, in heaven
- my reward -
I burn.

Sep 23rd, '08