Because I could not stop for Death – He kindly stopped for me – The Carriage held but just Ourselves – And Immortality.-Emily Dickinson
She didn’t plan on touching down
She preferred the soaring heights
Those little torpedo water pellets decided her life’s blight
She didn’t plan on touching down
She made love to the lifted sky
But in the storm her vision crept out to cause her soul demise
She couldn’t see
So she held still
Searching for the line
That place where the horizon touches God
And a woman’s life’s divine
But the weather would not permit it
And so she perched -exposed- with grace
Because the weather wouldn’t allow her life
She left us all in haste.