Begging For More Light
Your breath is feathered
Flickering between the flame
And the backdrop
I hold on, then let go
Am I still standing on quicksand?
Your thoughts are always above me
This current, this space, this undertow
I ask; Can you give me a straight answer?
You chide, so amused with riddles
Everything in time settles the dust
It sparkles near you
Getting caught on the surface
If my thoughts could align
I'd be there
Begging for more light