Reaching out beyond the dream of what you thought was real, spinning on this ball of life, head now under heel. Ready to die, to live this life so raw, alive on ledge- dancing, hurling, freeing your soul to finally stretch the edge.

Thursday, November 29, 2012

The space between

Between the tapping of the drops of rain
blossomed an echo from the silence
As the swollen drops rained down from heaven
stirring currents of nothingness in between
the ether and the water, 'tween you and me-
mingling, clinging to light or maybe its darkness
Did you feel me?
Did you hear me?
In the clinking of tear drops shattering
Did the drift of this breath call your name?

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