Half Asleep & Wide Awake - Amy Speace

I saw the sun rise this morning from the far end of the wing, and the shadow on

the clouds left by the plane*

Following the geese leading out of Michigan, in the dusty sky I traced your

name.

Leaving in the dark as the fog rolled out her mist like a shroud on the

sleeping lake, leaving more behind me than I arrived here with — half asleep

and wide awake, half asleep and wide awake

Who would see it coming: the movement of the stars, the falling and collision

in the meeting of two hearts?

You had to have some magic or some tricks up in that sleeve, rolled up to the

elbow in the seams, or locked inside the canyon lines etched around your eyes,

guarding some mystery

You were like a satellite carving out your arc, orbiting the midnight moon and

I watched you from the fireside, I watched you play guitar, and I think I fell

a little bit too

Who would see it coming: the movement of the stars, the falling and collision

in the meeting of two hearts?

My lips above your mouth were breathing in and out of time

Tomorrow you’ll fly your way, I’ll trail these birds south and I’ll see you

next time

But I never saw that coming: the movement of the stars, the falling and

collision in the meeting of our hearts

I saw the sun rise this morning from the far end of the wing and the shadow on

the clouds left by the plane

Leaving more behind me than I arrived here with half asleep and wide awake…