spaces between
In my dream everything is falling away from me.
I move in soft spirals around the impression you left,
deeper than I'll admit even to myself.
when I'm furthest away I can almost forget
the sharp edges of your smile.
I still think of your eyes when the melody soars over the abyss
with nothing tying it to earth or heaven
no reason to return, no point of departure or arrival
just a path leading ever outwards.
Some of the questions don't seem so trite anymore
We're all blowing apart and I wonder,
beyond justification, beyond reason and what is,
what it is to live a good life
I think it might matter a little more
than we'd like to let ourselves believe
and I miss you more than I can say
though it doesn't change much, and isn't new
and the matter of balance remains.
the trees are on fire
everything pulls closer as the rain
runs sky and sea into one
and I forget that I can't fly