Falling Hard

That feeling you get when you’ve just kicked over the stick
And there’s the free float of your heart in your throat
Mind thinking three steps ahead. But it’s not so bad
And dreams are better these days

Solitude is leavened with sweet moments
But time winds slowly. Has it only been a week?
Cool. Easy. Yes, I can deal with time
And savor the journey, as it goes

It shouldn’t be this easy to fall
And I am falling hard
For as long as wind and frame will support me
I dare to fly


And at this moment...I am bloody terrified!

Breathe
In, two, three, four
Out, two, three, four

Voices
Filter, static recedes
His presence is known

Magic
Cadence slow, metered
Mellow notes rumble

Dreamer
He whispers, warm in my ear
Lulling me through sweet sleep

Soulfinder
Freedom is his message
Calling my spirit to soar

It is still midnight.

Post Script:
Channeling Viggo.
I thought of that this morning while driving to work, and the feeling of those two words prompted this, loosely termed, grouping of words. So I started writing on an envelope. My son thinks I shouldn't use it as a title though. Says it's creepy. And I am not entirely convinced those words apply to what has been written. Pretentious of me to think I could translate to words. I really can hear the voice, I guess it just isn't mine to define. Ok it's late and I ramble into incoherence.