Your eyes go off

Your eyes go
smiling off
sometimes
to places
we can’t
follow.

Wither I go you know
the way you know,
they sadly
reassure.

Caught in light bright white
before black clouds,
you dance with
wind and arc
on air –

Icarus overconfident
on powerful wings,
unconcerned
with angry
skies.

Caught in a shiny crayon-colored thought
that makes you forget the trash
you usually eat;

caught in a heartbreak happy song
that makes you forget the chains
you usually wear –

gravity’s straight-
jacket hands
holding you
down;

One day wandering warm currents
among untroubled breaths will let
you slip away entirely
to where your heart
is always
home,

while we watch barefoot,
standing here on
solid holy
ground.

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