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With head high

Stepping out into day’s silent arms

Trusting that the wire will hold

That the aching pulse will drive forward

With you reclined in passenger seat

Shaded eyes skyward searching

Arching back in unseen arms

Hoping that they will not fail

And see you tumble through the tears

Which stretch as the ocean

Beneath your dreams

Which wash against a distant shore

And stain the sand

We built our towers on

As violins send their song

Now melancholy, now fuelled by love

Spiralling to the clouds

And past your open arms

A melody which resonates

With something you can’t recognise

That settles like a passing bird

A migratory pause

And leaves you only a taste

Of experience and empathy

As you raise your head once more

And look towards the skies.