eyes crawl

in words
grace falls
falling 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 the ache
begins again
where you dance
it up
and feel your Heart

again

where you lift your eyes
from the mud to the skies
looking like an 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 space
where my pen aches