Almost
Weightless
With an unquiet hunger
Like a glass heart
that lingers
Or a fragile half-god
Not knowing that something
is inherently
flawed
flawed
In the motionless moment
And the too silent waiting
to cross
the ever narrowing
way
Of something more
or less
And too delicate
For the unknown fate
Only to be followed by the grasses
of yesterday
And intricate scents to ponder
Past the legends of life
that whisper
Into the grayness of twilight
Where all drifts intently
and falls
AsIDream 