a staccato poem

we thought there was no end

no end to the depth we could fall

daring faith to be the wind

we knew that if we believed

then we could drift forever

slowly…

…falling

amazing the things we could fall into

in this case it’s space

we imagined

with our back pressed firmly

flat upon earth

the place which kept us grounded

arms spread as wings

ready to embrace stars

the moon not too far

but something we could hold

in the palm of our hands

and just right

you could hold it

in between two fingers

we were falling…

 

amazing the things you could fall into

if only you would make believe

like…

…love