fine line

Soft blink

in a state between

falling fate and celestial sinking

we run with words and scissors

through millions of pages

whispering to each other

and showing our faces

Am I to inspire you?

With moving music and candlelight?

good mad words and smiling eyes?

It seems you belong there

in that candlelight

But you care less

like when the moon moves

you then are the tide

I see you seeping

in superficial nonsense

proding purity nerves

just dying to get in

Step back for a moment

I am going to yell

I'm going to fall

and I need to be held

Reviews

[Legion]

Brilliant! A message here perhaps. I especially love the lines:

"we run with words and scissors

through millions of pages

whispering to each other

and showing our faces"

The "superficial" part leaves me a bit baffled or perhaps sensing an apprehension breaking through.

The last few lines are very powerful as well. A scream into the wind so to speak.

Excellent writing. I am so glad you have posted something new. :)