The Return

My bones will return
They will grow into trees
Dry bark in the winter
Spindling towards the sky
Reaching for the dreams that I never could
My flesh shall return
It will stretch into flower petals
And another form of me will pick them for you
Whether human
A bundle in its arms
Whether animal
A stem by the teeth
Or an angel
Blooming from my very pores
My voice will return
It will hum into the summer darkness
Crickets will sing for me
So I may sing for you
Many creatures will howl into moonlight
Seemingly calling our names
As if summoning us to one place
Seraphim will echo my poetry into your ears
Until it's the only thing you hear
My tears will return
Rain pattering against hot pavement
Freezing in the harsh winter
Melting against your feverish skin
Dripping from your pores
Just as salty as they were
When they were flowing from my eyes
In the end,
You must know this-
I will return
I will return.
I will return...