seth howard | steppingstones


Words of gold
Crowned by unknown futures
Hold your breath
Listen to me
Don’t make a sound

The way things are
And ever will be
Are not the same
Never stopping
Upon your track
Signal the way
Throw your bag
Across your back

So still
I found you lying on
Your side
Hair pulling down
You sprawled out
On my bed
And smiled sleepily
As you went
To rest your head

Invisible signals
Called out visibly
From where you lay
I couldn’t help but smile
This feeling:
Lighter than air

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