When Eyes Crawl ...
in words
grace falls
from the page
falling down for quite some time
every soft silence is falling
every flying dream
falls swiftly down
every enjambment
every word
every note
falls down
to
your feet
where the beat
lifts it up
again
where you dance
it up
again
and feel your heart
again
where you lift your eyes
from the mud to the skies
looking like a fallen angel or a dirty saint
seeing the words
in the clouds and the rain
in the stars and galaxies filled with dust and fire
in the wars of men and the gathering of moths
in the sweetest honey mead and your broken guitar
in the sea and the wind and the shadows of the street
in the secret in your eyes
where you
see the spaces
where my pen gently aches
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