Awake, But Still

Gravity arrived

swathed in dull brown cloud

weighed me down

feet to the floor. 

Woke me, saw weeping

ooze of red wounds

caught enfolded silence

green daisies yet closed

floods, waves of amulet sworn fealty

woke my throat. Forgotten now. 

Where is gravity without grace?

Gravity said wait.

Grace already flown

nest laid in high, wild rock

a thin bubble of water

risen from felicity’s spring

already written – a song

long promised.

My plea always and only 

one thread for that rocky nest

one thread

long as the gaze of stars

one thread woven through all

hold me. Just please -- hold me.