I�m falling up � up towards the ground
where robins cry and babies sing
up towards crumbling dirt and pure
clean water
to this place I go where no one can find
me � where I can peace sleepfully and
think slowly so as not to disturb the
gentle things in my brain
the things that make my heart beat when
I hear your voice whispering in my
ear
things that shake my head in amazement
to see how we�ve grown
so to this place of falling up I tip my cup
and drink
and let the brew fill you too
so you can take the trip of wonders

�Sara Winter 2.28.99 � 8:40pm