Imagine?

Even just for a moment..

It's my glass-broken muse 
That my love feeds off of
Into the gate that leads to anywhere
Existing under hundreds of suns
Surviving inside your evergreen birdcage,
your gravestone...
Crystal-cut against the pure blue sky
Skies that no one will seek
Winds from the wings of world-torn beasts
And the parading constellations - oh!
How I wish to be there,
Shrouded in desert clothing,
Being the anyone I want to be.