When Eyes Crawl ...

in words grace falls from the page falling down for quite some time every soft silence is falling every flying dream falls swiftly down every enjambment every word every note falls down to your feet where the beat lifts it up again where you dance it up again and feel your heart again where you lift your eyes from the mud to the skies looking like a fallen angel or a dirty saint seeing the words in the clouds and the rain in the stars and galaxies filled with dust and fire in the wars of men and the gathering of moths in the sweetest honey mead and your broken guitar in the sea and the wind and the shadows of the street in the secret in your eyes where you see the spaces where my pen gently aches