Your going to miss how truly beautiful I am

stars and mercury rising over mars

the wings of owls hold all secrets
and they dont even really mind at all

but where does all the sadness go?
into empty mine shafts
the bottom of frozen over rivers

 the tippy top of mountain peaks

in the mouths of doves

 in underwater caves

where do all the broken hearts mend?
 the eye of the storm

 in bottemless gestating volcano craters

waiting to one day explode again
over and over and over again