The world is an outline
Of shapes I used to know
Like pulling ribbon
All of a sudden
The curtains draw back slow
Though I've been distracted
I am caught up in static
No more
Garden of Eden
Lower your branches
For another year
I'm dust unsettled
Until they reappear
Though my hands are prone
To trial and error
I'm crossing my fingers
For something to hold
I can't help but hope for brighter
Here in the shadows of letting go
God, may these good intentions
Be the outline of so much more
When I breathe from now on
I'll mean it more than ever I did before