Dear Darling,
When your loneliness chases sleep from my bed, it's time to pick up the pen.

It's all around my head, in my ears, filling my vision
A sky full of ringing bells
Which ones are tinkling like shattering glass
And which are clanging panic alarms?

Peals of emptiness knock you to your knees
You scream at your reflection in your guitar
Smashing your fingers into noises, diving for cover then darting
Straight up into a sky of Chuck Yaeger blue

Lost in the velocity
Careening with ferocity
Anything to evade those question demon daggers.
And strange women spitting darts

And when they hit, your wrist will twist bellows of
Uncomprehending emptiness from your chains;
Your bleeding heart fist forces iron groans to shrieks;
Worn thin, they shatter into sudden glass angels.

Beautiful and indifferent, they scatter,
Knocking down every echo of the pleas that surround you
As they dissipate.

Leaving you with knees that root to the ground,
Gazing up from the unevolved biological cumbersome lumbering to the heights
In premonition of atmosphere-thin feathers and hollow bones,
Your descent is illuminated by divine visions of careening flight,
The soul as a gull whose wheel and screech are all it has
To fling with frantic fervor of pitch
Into that bright and abysmal void.

You're falling through the stratosphere
And sinking in the bathysphere
Yet you still can't quite believe
In gravity.