gap

In the gaps of love

I fall and slide

My wings too heavy

They are a holy calling

An innocent I cannot shed

And I bend beneath their

Terrible feathers

As if I was born to walk

And not to fly and soar

I pray and am not godlike

I list and am less

Than before I flew

I understand not it

It beyond me is, it

Is the job questions

The omnipresent doubt

The wayward heart

That out of beats beats

And then I hear it not

But I believe it still beats

And then not

I am sitting in darkness

At tables without

And listening to music

That Is not mine

Loveless

Child of love