A Handful of Daisies

I am a handful of daisies in a tired sky
I wonder time on hands of ice
I hear prayers through roots of wind
I see distinctions in plains of gazes
I want those faces to ceases their weeping
I am a handful of daisies in a tired sky

I pretend to know, to fly
I feel the rogues of winter rays
I touch the hopscotch skipping clouds
I worry all the while out loud
I cry when petals wither and rust
I am a handful of daisies in a tired sky

I understand what lives must die
I say my hopes in lightening strikes
I dream this thunder will shake me awake
I try to bend all green leaves
I hope these wills will replant these trees
I am a handful of daisies in a tired sky