Brian EnoCaught Between

Caught between The Earth and the sky What too long And what too high Fallen free and holding on Nothing there at all Dropped and lifted Gotta breathe Bottom drifting On the way Holding just a few poor words And nothing at all Reaching out To still the sand No light connects The breaking moments Drifting to another shore There's nothing here That I could change at all Nothing at all Forced to be A broken line Let to hold What we could find Then to learn And go again Nothing sorted out High above A single bird It drifts about The dead volcano Who's to lose And who's to find There's nothing here That I could choose at all Choose at all.. © 2018