night. stars. tethered soul.

Having your words to

hang onto like stars

You know they feel the same as the sky, draping like a blanket across my back

Eyes as black as the moon

, tethered soul

somehow

rotating softly, sighing,

Imagine - to be born again, of inky darkness -

That I can fall asleep to your voice,

even through the void - or especially -

when time is

This, now, here and now.

Perfectly balanced on the tip of my finger like

a single grain of sand suspended in an Almighty glass

and then falling

into the nighttime beneath .