Clipped Toes

What about tomorrows' sunrise? 
I don't know 
Yet, I am waiting for the spring.

Let me be happy in the cool refreshing
fragrance of the haunting dawns
and bathe in the cascade of smiling grace.

Hearing the cooing calls of nothingness  
from far and near.
Pages may be filled 
though heart is left barren.

Hollow words are echoing from the walls.
Faces of unknown vultures 
hide behind my tattered 

and torn wings 

for flesh
leaving bones alone.

Can the clipped toes 
cut or built to suit 
for delights of blooming sky?
Yet my eyes 'v touched the silent sea 
going far beyond the horizon.