Listened to fragments of Aerial tonight, inspired to write a poem, here's the first draft.
Invisible
I found a way to be invisible like a sort of better Kate Bush in the eyes of a solid air like a glass snowman.
Wind, brush my skin of breath with the dust of the dead. Did you feel that, the warmth? It was my soul, you felt it didn't you?
Close your eyes, now, do it! See, that's me. I am here with you. Here inside you. I am that nothing which you don't feel.
I found the door by chance on a road to Tibet, a sprig of herb shivered and whispered its secret.
I looked at myself anew and had become snow a single flake in a white sky.
Now even the sun can't see me, but in my heart its rays reflect around my ice and I feel it.
