Sitting here, still among movement,
My mind leaps along, unbounded,
And recedes with the night's silence.
Fleeting images linger under my eyelids,
Insubstantial as voice lost to wind,
Or the wave forgotten by the ocean.
A simple reflection off light
Elsewhere placed and formed...
How can the moon go so gentle along?
I am leaden and heavy,
Where you are color and life;
Possibilities unspent, a brilliant spark.
Surely, there will be a place, a bridge,
Faithful, fortunate, forgiving...
Where this wing can rest and rejoice.