Lifting Off

How about I dance away,
And watch your tailspin dive;
From a place where I can see
The crash, and stay alive.

On every tracing falling whirl,
I’ll lose a textured thought,
A piece of connectivity
With every hope you drop.

I don’t believe your time is gone;
Some crystal sands remain;
Not dazzling or remarkable,
But crystal all the same.

I wouldn’t mind reclaiming all,
Your broken lines and brush;
but I can’t bear to tangle up
My last soft bits to crush.

It’s simply not my place to try
and float your wearied shell;
I have my own belabored craft
To guide away from hell.

So as I think about this last
departure I won’t make,
Believe me when I say there’s more
than just your heart at stake.