In A Sky Of Tension

The first of three breathing generations
Straining muscles of the heart
Pulling together a distant family
Its reality reaching you

Today could be final
Tomorrow could be too
But for now the day's events
Intermingle with unknown fate

A penny in the well
To bring my warmth to you
A small comfort
In the here and now (if only)

For now I am
Deaf and mute
In a sky of tension
Born of blind respect

Its very clouds moisten
These keys and bring
To life this expression
Within and without my tongue

No warning sign
Nor audible call to heed
But suddenly I find
Myself in the unknown

The unfamiliar

A sudden change of altitude
Rivets losing grip
Panels farewell the hull
Personal belongings merge with the night

Trust the captain I shall
Though every muscle in
Yearns to force out
And alter this event

I count the turn of the hour
In ticking and beating
And thoughts unceasing
For these are my companions

Were I to know the reason
For this sudden and unexpected
I could at least direct these
Sypanses firing away in the dark

But now I am adhered
To a lack of understanding
And a deep desire to leave
This room and enter yours

Finally it seems
Exhaustion wins out
But full yield unattained
Until peace doth find my soul