Someone Like Me {Poetry}

Balance

        i. loosing height

I fall into salty oblivion,

        The Ring of Brodgar

Curling at my feet,

        The sky ripping away,

Brown autumn leaves

        Shifting beneath a

Layer of aged frost

        And a blue horizon

Of day - too late to

        Compress the world -

Too early to stifle a

        Russet ray - and too

Dark to listen to

        A feeble say.

        ii. gaining light

Rising with the wings

        Of a raven through

The planets of time,

        You race the zenith

Moon, and your sheets

        Of snow suffocate

My shadow. You ascend

        Into a crowd of airy

Unsteady faces dragged

        By the weight of the

Sun, crushing this often

        Mentioned darkness,

Even acknowledging that

        The pressure on your

Chest may be subdued

        Motion. Unwarranted

Measures curtain postulates

        Of silence, and still you

Rise.