Fold

I awake softly I’m reaching for you

I reach and touch nothing

But fade into blue

You are the ghost and you

Wear the face

Repetitious subconscious

With a false sense of grace.

I can touch the fear

I can feel the cold

But I will not sink

I will not fold

When I look to you

all I seem to find

Fragility like ashes

As empty as time

The blue and the crash

Lightning passes by

In a life of near misses

Count me on the front line

Did you miss the fear, did you miss the touch

Did it taste to real, was it all too much

Did I miss the fear, did you fake the touch

Did I taste too real that now its gone

*

In the wake of a new day

and who survives the night

as for me I’m set in motion

be it to gain or lose sight.

Of all that really matters

Nothing’s cast in stone

Now this feelings over, tired

Finding comfort in the drone