It Is That I Am

Sky, so very shy shy turns to cry crimson tears, turn pink on me. I do not mind your crowd from a distance, I rush them in thought. You confuse shynesss, with confidence. When I float down the mountain the river as wide as one hair on the head I adore. I fall alone, in bones of white, the grey are my sisters, brothers they, are you as well. Their skulls are linked together in chains unbroken. I wink at you from space, looking at the ants... making mountains from a hill, up above.............