Dawning Creations

Singing Bowie, being heroes, our imaginary world filling the spaces.

I felt you drawing near in each note, each change of line.

I felt you fly in gaspy breaths.

I felt you cry in gusts of wind.

I heard you sigh.

You are near, immediate and right on me like the bright red dot on a map.

I wouldn’t push you back,

no not at all.

I heard you calling my name when I was too small to recognize your voice.

Now you’re here and we’re sipping hot coffee, the steam bringing us closer, singing Bowie, celebrating being one.