Questions

Falling to my destination

Now I

I have another question

I have another question

Why do I, me and we, you and I

Have so many questions

Floating in the ether now

Rolling through the empty station

My eyes

Flicking with the benches

Bouncing through the hedges

Littered and abused

Do I have to hold onto every doubt

Or do I have to send them down

From the coldest of the mountain towns

Elegance reaches in

To take my hand

Carried on tender wind

To take my hand

A guide without a face that shows me how to fly

Fizzing of the waves such a gentle sound

Carrying the answers in shore and out

Into colourless mystery