Tree of Light

My soul feels like steam
And it’s escaping through breathing holes…

I can almost remember heaven—
Before I came here to live…I remember breathing,
And I remember a vulture perched on a tree made of light
It was so bright it was hard to keep my eyes open,
It was the only thing around,
And I don’t remember much else…

The vulture’s jaw slid down and I heard its bones moving
The sound formed a bubble before me
And I slid inside and I remember being wet…
Covered…in thick milk and water

I heard this voice talking to me
Telling me that I would wake up soon
And when the vulture left his perch—
I would be home at last

After that I just remember sadness,
Crying and frustration all the time—

I am born into a world that does not remember
Where it came from or what it’s supposed to do…

My soul feels like steam,
And it’s escaping through breathing holes,
I think I will die soon…

I will try to tell you what heaven is like after I am gone