I flew
on the wind of an uttered name
and fell to earth
gripping strands of hair
caught before I hit the ground
I floated
on a silver sea of years
that sings all the songs I know
making me forget the words
humming the tune
I dove
beneath a surface calm as glass
hiding burning currents
pulling me down to the sand
that made the surface crystal clear
I rested
on the bottom
holding your hand
Nov 17, 2017
Nov 17, 2017 at 8:57 AM UTC
I flew
on the wind of an uttered name
and fell to earth
gripping strands of hair
caught before I hit the ground
I floated
on a silver sea of years
that sings all the songs I know
making me forget the words
humming the tune
I dove
beneath a surface calm as glass
hiding burning currents
pulling me down to the sand
that made the surface crystal clear
I rested
on the bottom
holding your hand
