night. stars. tethered soul.
Having your words to
hang onto like stars
You know they feel the same as the sky, draping like a blanket across my back
Eyes as black as the moon
, tethered soul
rotating softly, sighing,
Imagine - to be born again, of inky darkness -
That I can fall asleep to your voice,
even through the void - or especially -
when time is
This, now, here and now.
Perfectly balanced on the tip of my finger like
a single grain of sand suspended in an Almighty glass
and then falling
into the nighttime beneath .