Poetic Music

Falling

I met her in the Winter, from Fall to Winter,

time was fresh, and the winds gentle,

Nervous whispers in snow falling sunsets,

Quick glances that brought flutters of silence.

There is no rhyme, because there is no reason,

Am I falling? Or am I dreaming...

Falling, into a red bed of blossoms,

Thorns go through me, and pains pierce me,

But I want to fall...

I keep on falling.

I know the love infects me,

It spreads, and now I am blind,

For in her absence what can I see?

All my memories are framed by her,

The split moments of feeling alive,

Rush and rest on her hands on me,

I fear my falling, 

but she falls with me...

The moonlit sky comes nearer,

Broken pieces from the mirror,

Bent and shattered fall together,

but in the fall, the mirror bleeds,

That we are all pieces,

Broken and fearful,

uncertain and shattered,

and in those bits and pieces,

The picture comes free...

Yes I am falling, and time is my conceit,

because when I fall, and when I break,

All the pieces will lay with me,

and there she'll be, in memory,

broken thoughts and feelings,

that will bring me up, shakily, and be with me.

I am falling, and I am dreaming,

But there can be no fall,

without first believing,

that falling lasts forever,

spinning, reeling, we fall together.