What is it about swimming in this pool,

Nude, tonight, in this perfect temp,

Under a perfect moonless sky,

Surrounded by a velvet charcoal gray of clouds

That can not seem to move right now,

Makes me feel that anything is possible?

Why should I awake tonight

In renaissance flight?

My heart beats like the pale wings of doves 

Against the black.

Im hoping against hope that I,

Undetected by the human eye,

Have ways to regenerate my missing hands and feet.

And if somehow the morning finds me,

When I see the first slit of sunlight,

I will know,

My new birth is almost complete.

-jenn