Crashing and Burning

by: stacy

Upon sunrise,
Gravity sleeps,
and I'm left floating.

Sunrays reach out -
with fire fingertips light my skin -
edges burning, flying on flames.

Kind Moon,
silver Friend,
rise and bring me Home.

Suck me into your tides.
Chain me down with your glow.
Soothe me with Gravity,

and the rhythm of waves,
and blood,
and breath.

Keep my down to earth
and don't let me fly so high.

So I may avoid crashing
and burning come sunrise.