Cloud Spires

The world moves on
Spires scrape the clouds, scouring the stratosphere
Searching far and wide, a spotlight illuminates the crevices
Of a sunset vista

I am under the spell, held captive
To a trap sprung leagues away
Atop a crooked steeple I watch the world stumble onwards
It leaves me behind

What did I do to deserve this?
I’ve awoken the spirit
A wingless flight, a hand held out yet no fingers to grasp

Lying awake in a dream
At the edge of reality
Lying awake in in an image
At the fringe of all hope; the eye of the storm
Lying awake in a dream at the edge of reality
Lying awake in in an image
Of a future across the plains of consciousness

Half light clutches my pupils
Refracts through signals
Breaks through veils of glass and miles
I never wanted to be this far away
The harmony in the belfry
Resonates between the cirrus walls

I am under the spell, held captive
To a trap sprung leagues away
Atop a crooked steeple I watch the world stumble onwards
It leaves me behind

Trailing in the wake of a phantom
They showed me no mercy
Immune to the virus; ghosts grip the skin
The fabric of all I hold dear
At the fringe of all hope; the eye of the storm