Below

And suddenly I was aware,

Of where your eyes drifted.

You looked to the sky,

Instead of the floor,

When you were sad.

The birds and the clouds can't give you salvation.

They might be free but still they are confined to this one earth.

Perhaps you just wanted an escape;

To fly, drift, change form even.

And those were things that they certainly could do.

But they never taught you how.

Your delicate aura is tethered to the ground,

By the invisible strings of the gravity,

We both detest.

Mental escape is your specialty now.

Day dreaming; take me with you.

Our dreams look very different for two people,

So attached.

I want to learn, experience.

But never taint or intrude.

But you could fly, drift, change form even.

If you wanted to.

Your skin expands and your body moves,

Although to say simply that,

Is a great injustice.

You have the power of the sea,

Twelve kilometers out.

And I often find myself lost in your curvature,

Like a sailor gripping,

To his upturned vessel.

It is rare to encounter your ebbing sobs,

But as you looked once more,

To the sky, birds, clouds,

A shallow, shaky breath in gasped,

"I want to live."

And suddenly I was aware,

Of why your eyes drifted,

To the sky.

Looking up from below,

You could do nothing but watch.