levels

Levels

Every single night
You discover how to fly
Solving the riddle

But when you awake
The ground never lets you go
The clouds out of reach

The sun no closer
Than yesterday or last week
Still up there laughing

My love and I walk to the end of all roads
We face, hands on each other’s shoulders

The wind whips her hair
Her mane swirls above her head
She becomes the light

Slowly, with purpose
We both sink below the earth
Into the deep black

So deep you can’t see
You can’t even dream of it
Subterranean

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