Realign
Henry George Green
Alone, as the fragments pull away
I try to trace the outline, an atlas only shade.
Warm in the fragments of the day
I pull away until I find aptness that will stay.
We dissolve in it for a brief moment
I see a light flicker in the low haze.
We dissolve in it and when we fall in,
Softening, we realign.
I’m alive, I’m alive, I’m alive
Clearing smoke from my eyes
Colour floods from both sides, high.
All the fear that I felt subsides
I’m awake in the slow rise
I’m awake in the slow rise