Falling is oft just acceptance of gravity

Compliance with laws and theorems

Grounded in scientific analysis

And data collated and bound

In neat stacks of organisation

Representations of order

And reorientation away from folly.

Flying is but the same

Bound in reason easily explained

Basic information with diagrams

Of figures and sketches

Concerning lift and currents.

Yet comically we fall away from fact

And fly ourselves into a vacant wind

Tossed about in cocktails of emotion

Destitute of logic and foundation

You felt like leaves of autumn,

Unsure of change,

Yet beautiful in your turning.

And when you faltered and fell,

Your life away was more than words could ever tell.

But at the root of our hearts misplaced

I found my breath lost and thoughts erased.

Thoughts trickle like drops of rain

Into a stream that flows

Throughout my whole,

An empty chill that bathes

My senseless in soulful music.

Interconnected and intertwined

Imaginings of inferred data

Pooled and pulled

From the recesses and recession

Of the heart and mind flow

Ever gently

Colliding softly

Almost daintily

Faint whispers of vague notions

And subsets of subconscious wanderings.

This is how you’ve captured me

And willingly I’ll abide these rivers,

Till they run me dry.

Storms will beat with indignation

Faulty installations of the heart

Fragile thoughts with soot foundations

Laid to rest in pieces sharp.

Broken, bruised and hollowed out

Cavernous through the winding depths

Echoes of deeds and doubts

Will choke the waning breaths

And drown us with the streams

From our rising chests

And rob us of fainting dreams

And even fainter rest.

Till slowly drifts away

Our folly and our pride

Our will and motivation

To awake

To try

To trust a trail of trickling rivers

Of anecdotes and whim

With bringing back our long lost hope

And make to sing again.

For what are fickle drops of light

In the proverbial well of shame

That only seems illumination

For that we seek to blame?

Our fleeing footprints marching out

With ever fading tread

Away from that we once had loved

But now we only dread.

Sing

Sing away the thoughts that bother me

So hauntingly they stray

And infect the silence I have sought,

Sing until the break of day.

I know they’ll just return

In quiet mutterings and vaulted shouts

They’ll whisper and they’ll cry

Of injustice and plead for recognition

And sustenance from my flesh.

They ease through cracks and chinks

Flanked by royal invitation

And fool the guard that they are king

In a village of homeless thoughts.

What claim to I have for peace,

Whose stalled return

Is of my own transgression?