I Remember

I remember I remember A swallow gliding across The moon’s rising shadow That falls At the feet of my bedstead. I look at the glow and the raven black sky And wonder of what’s to come. I remember Crashing it fell Into a birch Covered in snow Crisp white snow Sending an icy death Across it rigor mortis limbs. That yearn for the sky. So the Fall Leads to a still death, And time passes.