Innocence escaping
like water drops condensing
on old stained windows, youths playing,
tracing faces posed to sing
tunes of birds ascending;
gravity is shifting,
all my hopes are sinking
falling up past cirrus clouds, consenting,
leave me with no marks showing
where we've been or what we're doing;
screaming, kicking, shouting,
enduring the grief of falling
on the other side, rictus radiating,
moonlit opals edifying
still most gratifying.