Confusion in Underground Clouds

A Garden Grows Above

I wave good bye;

just a silhouette 

projected on a fog

as you open the 

the feathered gate

to everywhere and nowhere:

Disperse.

Grass grows through 

the grey grates of bones.

Shiver.

It's no longer breath 

coursing through, but a

gentle gale of the universe 

heaving a mourning sigh; 

a horizon of dark warmth. 

I disappear into the darkness, waving

frail fingers, unable to caress or console;

breath after breath planted in the sky. 

The universe expands allowing 

for one more star. 

As I look up, 

growing brighter 

there you are.