Falling Poem by Michael William

Tonight, there is no dream,
just the strange dance of the starlight
Against a window that will not open
we are here again,
in this space we can't master
with words
or songs or love

You could call out to the wind
on your way down
but it wouldn't hear your cry
or catch you
as you tumble like an apple
blossom towards the ground

and here we are again
falling for so long
we believe we are floating
you could call out to the wind
but it wouldn't hear your cry

you call to me
and I can hear but not reach
you

so I call back and the sounds
of voices soothe us for
the long, unending moment
before we hit the ground.