treetops puncture
Heaven's
 	stepping stones;
 	a creed to
Ecstasy,
 	drawing light
 	from beneath the bed
 	like an
Artist's
 	burning brush kissing
Torn
 	paper, a
 	wound of
Hope,
 	celebrating the
Escape
 	from the caging
 	hands of loneliness.
Remember
 	me.