Words From the Fragile Spire

Trilogy

There's that Chelsea girl,

poised to drive blind on my highway.

On her ride, she's all I can see –

even when I close my eyes,

she holds me like a daydream.

The silver strands of her hair play just

beyond my furthest sense of touch.

She comes at the perfect time.

In an instant, my dreams burn down;

the wanting taste leaves my mouth.

All that remains is the here and now,

and, again, I fall to nowhere.