Skin Tight Dessert

I was a lonely crust..
Limp as pudding ~
Heir to a cold and
Deep dish pie pan
Laying in the bottom
Of a wooden barrel
With nothing but rain
To fill my emptiness

When the barrel was
Suddenly blown over
And I fell into 
A humble space..
Mid skies that held me
Skin tight in windy blue
Soft and silky suede

And I sat and listened
Whilst they the skies would
Sing to me of past
And present journeys
Just beyond the reach
Of bracing arms dwelling
Mid twigs and streams 
Of sweeping breezes

When I was blessed
By thee... A berry on the run
That tripped and fell
Into my limp
And ready shell
Whilst thee lifted us into
The heat of the oven sun
And there became upon us
A feeling of plump
With warm and sweet

Freshly baked with
~ Heartfelt feelings
Blanketed by Thy
Soft lattice covering
That kept me safe
Within our home
Not always in form
Yet molded by thee 
~ True to our form
Mid our desserts ~
Hot and ready..
Equally served..
A sweet course ending
~ Always in love

And now that
You have left me
The brimming juices
Have overflowed into
The ambient forests
Of wooden barrels
And their deep dark
Wells of empty shells