STEPPINGSTONES
Words of gold
Crowned by unknown futures
Hold your breath
Listen to me
Don’t make a sound
The way things are
Now
And ever will be
Are not the same
Never stopping
Once
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
There
I couldn’t help but smile
This feeling:
Lighter than air