Was That My Stomach Or The Sky?

Yesterday was probably laced in (whatever color) you consider a bore I presume it was a typical day of nothing worth remembering because I just can't seem to remember any days anymore Today I thought I was nine, again but when my eyes met my wrists, I caught my hands evaporating in the wind And then, I was surrounded in ravens And they replaced my childhood hands with swollen raisins Tonight, I have three daughters, a dozen grandchildren and all the joys of being an old woman- And I am not feeling threatened By anything i'm dreaming Tomorrow, will fledge its wings and spit my young hands at me to stay so I can cherish feeling alive, again And teach the past what it's like to live for a day