Dust in a Bottle

My heart swells

and spills out, under my eyelids

when I hear the applause

after the orator's words,

the athlete's chest lurching finally forward,

a violinist's bow pausing after the final

wafted note

My cells fall forward

with the moon

that pulls the sea;

its clear surface reflecting time,

a blazing, distant light

My heart sits silent

in the cresting moment

of held breath before the

crashing wave, when each wet

molecule coalesces into

a rolling parchment song

My eyes raise to capture

cobwebs that have gathered

in the corners of the room,

high along the curving plaster;

dust strung from a hundred years

of rising whispers,

joined with my own bright

longing for the perfect

turn of phrase

My bottle filled

and floating away, as I

drift toward the ceiling;

the pull of the moon-

too strong to keep me

from crashing along the rocks

With a thunderous roll

and a quiet rush-

the water pulls

along the earth, and is absorbed

again by immutable, 

shifting sands

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[Chris]

I like the tones used and the images created within my eyes...