When I close my eyes In between waking dreams A familiar geometric shape Holds me Made from the hands of the night sky Roaming Rotating like the mechanics of a watch The ticking muted by a gentle hand It’s beautiful Maddeningly so Like it should continue on in time Forever Untouched As the words well up Sitting Cradled in my throat, trembling So frail - I almost choke it To death It shifts and passes through my grasp in a whisper So loud - a simple truth As empty and as full as it is Can you hear it?
Layered Fragments, Becoming Whole 