You

flung open 

wing-like

curtains

found mountains 

filling the morning

and all the grubs feeling

obliged to climb

through the unforgiving world

you are

hammered into shape 

withstanding 

love 

the essence must be 

swept up with inconstant winds 

settling 

ghostlike on petals

yet roaming and away

many-faceted eyes 

made to share  

this once and for all