seraphic tumbling

October 14, 2016 Posted by the writer

seraphic tumbling

The weather turns cold and brown. Eyes shift blue.
I’m looking up. No longer at the ground.
(Blue like the sky, not bark and sap – like you…)
Beyond false touch or falsity of sound;
This is me. Closed. You once k(n)ew me – unwound.
My strings now tightened to an unknown tone.
(For you to explore? While my wrists were bound?)
Playing my song in the moonlight – alone.
Cowards watch screens while the brave ones hit streets.
I am inside sunlight and beneath stars.
Nursing heartache every time that it beats…
Keeping one truth, that we’re never too far.
I let go of the last to embrace all.
Forget how to land. Re-learn how to fall.

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