spinning empty
(i nearly found solace in i s o l a t i o n)

whisk in like golden eggs
dancing to that melody
unseen unheard unsung,
it feels like felt.

you asked if i hear the
skies humming that joy,
that half-smile half-hanging
from your half-hidden face,
i say no and you laugh-

"you don't listen hard enough."

but the fairy lasts for
the length of a dream,
i should have seen it coming,
the inevitability of a newton's cradle.

don't worry,
i'll wait for the next eternity.