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.