A Futile Offering

Lying on top of the world,

The sea bows down to my feet,

The sun kisses my face passionately,

I close my eyes and wish for a cloud to give me cover,

A shadow covers my face,

The vulture of time sits on my chest,

Eating my face slowly,

Feasting on my flesh and eyes,

I can't move,

Or scream,

I am lying there still,

Offering myself,

As a futile offering to the gods

Fire

Surrounded by the clouds of fire,

Circles within circles around me,

Keeping me warm and suffocating,

Burning my desire to fly, increasing my thirst for air...