awakened from years of slumber
drained from oceans of wonder
there is a light in me
waiting to join the sun
there is a moment struggling
to listen to the song unsung.
the power of thoughts to quiten talk
the power of silence to quiten thoughts
is the power you pull me with
dragging on, pulling up.
like the rounded fingers loving a grinding pen,
like a million hearts pounding till the end
like a distant call dismissed,
like all of time on a freeze
you and i are the breaking parts of a drifting dream.