Spirit: out; this isn't where you are Lit-up by the dying of the stars, Rising as they're finally breaking through The windows all the shutters find, Standing back, beyond and left behind, Someone who's been calling out for you Is brought-on back to life-unknown. How do you get to where you go, Moving as you want to Or running off as some do, Waking, just in time to miss the show Longing where you know you don't belong Someone you remember from a song Was leaving as the band began to play, Steady, but just out of time, Taken by a stolen line. You shouldn't, but you cry, now Dropping what you let down Slipping as you limp off to the wine, Words of caution: \"Come and stay.\", Hoping that it's been too late To notice that you've been gone. Start-agains with come-ons, Flaring for a moment when they'd fade, Leveled low enough to climb Clouds you hadn't followed in the night, Hiding where you knew they couldn't be Needed, unattended and apart Swinging from a rafter in the dark Put to sleep and answered in a dream Of promises that laid it down As soon as they were out of town, Falling for a lean-to Never meant to hold you Up until a valley could be found Passing on the chances that you'd won. But you were never really done. Someone should've taken you aside, Captured never showing up How far could you have ever come, Encircled by the well-worn, Crowning-off and half-torn. Believing you weren't trying hard enough.