Frantic waltz

A star is frozen in the glass—
A captive spark, a gasp of ancient white.
I press my face to cold and watch it pass
The ages where it used to burn so bright.
The world outside just spins a frantic waltz,
The dance of time on worn-out, clicking heels.

They spin so fast. They spin and blur the air.
But here I am: sand in my hair, in debt
To gravity, and watching that fixed glare.
A current waits in everything I've met.
I dare not move. The glass is cold and thin.
I dare not touch. The dance just pulls me in.

I tried to dig a hollow for my faults,
To bury sense in sand the way one feels
For shelter when the orbit pulls too strong,
When every passing sleeve, a brush of skin,
Is like a live wire singing all night long—
A jolt that says, You’re in. You’ve always been.

They spin so fast. They spin and blur the air.
But here I am: sand in my hair, in debt
To gravity, and watching that fixed glare.
A current waits in everything I've met.
I dare not move. The glass is cold and thin.
I dare not touch. The dance just pulls me in.