When I close my eyes,
cast through beautifully gray
patches and splotches
I drift or fade.

Such cool silence
beating and caressing
shining and dimming
deep upon the lids.

Such breaths
O, so pleasant an'
how I cry to feel your chest rise
and the tears down when
I hear sweetening silence
of your speech, love.

Take my hand and remove
this fear of flying you hold.

A few miles away
is a gate or a door
A window
to peaceful ends.