The FaLL

The unexpected fall,
That is tangent and pungent,
Through the sharp shrill of air,
On her bare neck,
And the dream cracking cries.

Among the chaos,
She searches for one voice,
The particular one hushed,
Hot whispers in her ear,
Every morning before sunrise.

Alas! She finds none,
As the proximity is long gone,
Grasping the distance,
Transcending the space.

The sharpness of air,
Eases over her skin,
Into downy petal swirl,
Waits down there,
Heavensome bellows of water,
To invite the angel.