Melt

When I am dead, I shall melt into the scenery

And fold my wings as a butterfly soaked in ice

Stoking fires to keep winter's fool at bay

Whispering agnostic lessons

Shouting at Michelangelo's ceiling

Singing carols from nine lessons 

Kissing angel breath 

Dancing within a choir of congregation

Gonging bells from Santa's dreams

And remembering teardropped sermons

Flavoured with hope, mince pies and mulled wine.