Reaching...
Reaching for something farther out
Reaching...
Something deeper
Something worldly
I can speak of you
If you need me to
I'll sing of a pain
Make it work again.
I was on my back
Reaching out to fill my shoulders in the cracks.
In light and limbo,
I'm in August in a bus watching you be.
Just to sleep
With a hard look on your face in folded arms -
Come on, keep your fire.
In shifting moon
Lying turgid 8 months later thinking how
You speak of dreams.
I know they're lucid - you only mention them
Halfway through the afternoon
Like you're letting us know
Where you were all this time.
Reaching...
Reaching for something farther out
Reaching...
Something deeper
Something worldly.