Gravity's Calling

Gravity's calling, it's pulling me down

Dragging me back to the invisible ground

I'm free falling, through cobalt and white

Caressed by the touch of a thunderstorm sprite

I thought I was free, had escaped the somatic

Thought I was an airborne spirit and akin to nomadic

I was gone, I had passed into a whirlwind and its vertical thrust

Weightless, I was trace crashing through a cloud of angel dust

And I was so close to heaven and a thousand miles high

So I reached out and stretched, almost touching, but shy

And everywhere was a precipice, with a thread of an edge

That was slicker than ice on a frozen glass ledge

Just for a moment, a minute, an hour, I was there

But there was naught but what was and the cold solar glare

And now it's pulling me, pulling me down, gravity's calling

Dragging me back to the nowhere of forever free falling