A trickle turned into a stream

when I closed my eyes

Spilling over the sides and I can’t rewind


I slipped and stumbled

and I scraped the shore

This coast calls you who fail a true course 

I fell in with the beat of the winds

Retrograde shuffle all made to fit


Before I could speak I called your name

Doors opened off I called your name

Scratching at knots I’d put in place

The passage complete all made to fit


Under the aegis

of stars in their systems

dust motes colluded

laid down the conditions

walls when to waver

the moment to give

all orchestrated

all made to fit