Statues Cry Slow

im turning over the stone looking to find a way in catch a glimpse of my shadow always a bit of light i fly close to the candle wishing to stay young forever tear drops form like clouds my eyes begin to tickle a sudden change in the weather my hair will start its lifting my sight is but a well a tap of earth to nurture holes that bring us comforts places to grow our futures i wash away with words my hands always dirty the lust pain and struggle a pallet to taste the blessings shapes move in the background i notice a lovely sunrise my focus linear and almost infinite ive seem to have lost some time the warmth planets can glide on a thousand years of pressure rushing away im weightless feet planted in the soil i move to hide my face my thoughts are suspended my awe is brought with silence i breathe relief and dew drops my skin is wet and salty i shake the blanket calmly heat will fade away lightness almost unbearable