Heavenwards

Cold on her hard cot she lies
Her wistful eye tells of nothingness
Of heights that go beyond our reach
Of hazy, misty, shattered souls
Those that contain her now
As she fights hard to be
What she once was
Oh yes, she remembers…
She remembers, but she cannot see
She remembers, but she cannot be
A part of her heavenwards and a part
On mortal earth, that mourns her now
Those leaves she stroked await her caress
And yet she lies unyielding.
Her gaze escapes into the sinister darkness
Into the starry night, she is lost forever
But her whitish lips seem to say,
“Take care of me, take care of me…”