Falling, gaining mass and speed,
Their need,
Return to the Earth from whence
They came,
Their landing was not quiet, sounded
Like a riot,
With the staccato tappity which caused
My heart to race,
While I lay in my bed, pillow under my
Head, where
Thoughts went rat-a-tat-tat staccato
Keeping me awake
This rapid concerto was not restful,
Yet I seemed,
To make it through the night with my
Eyes closed
But woke tired, to find my toes a tapping
Staccato, perhaps
All night
©DWE102013
Oct 27, 2013
Oct 27, 2013 at 12:37 PM UTC
Falling, gaining mass and speed,
Their need,
Return to the Earth from whence
They came,
Their landing was not quiet, sounded
Like a riot,
With the staccato tappity which caused
My heart to race,
While I lay in my bed, pillow under my
Head, where
Thoughts went rat-a-tat-tat staccato
Keeping me awake
This rapid concerto was not restful,
Yet I seemed,
To make it through the night with my
Eyes closed
But woke tired, to find my toes a tapping
Staccato, perhaps
All night
©DWE102013
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