Life Pillows

The cerulean sky perches

on ivory cushioned pillows,

white dumplings reflected

in still azure waters.

Pale yellow sun

spider webs her face,

drying the dew

on soft upper lip.

Cinnamon sands

filter aimlessly

through fingers,

marking life

in hourglass

of time.

Wisps of wind

sooth her

like tiny puffs

of marshmallows.

‘Might have been’

life solidifies

into darkness

as she cuts

the rope

between

insanity and genius.

Life breathes

its finality

as it plunges

to infinity.

And she rests,

in earthen bed

in peace at last.