The First Suspension
And you say quietly, pensive, ďThe dream is collapsing.Ē
But darling, hasnít it only begun?
Iím afraid you canít hold me.
Not physically. You have arms, I know that.
I mean all of me. The wilding, bucking, challenging, testing me.
Can anything hold in a hurricane?
The darkness cracks me open.
Like a smashed egg.
Crying into the dark.
Iíll never be able to stir you awake
Not as others have done so.
As night fades, so does my hope.