While we’re falling there is peace,
that utter rapture of knowing
that nothing can hurt you,
until you land.
When you leap, you’re safe.
There’s nothing to understand;
you know everything.
The air is like the breath of gods,
loving your fortitude.
You know it’s not the time
for anything but dreaming.
The dreams are real;
it’s all the same.
Your name a whisper
on the lips of the weaver.
You spread your arms
and you soar on time.
