Traum/ASDF

hung on still air

like a speckled

flock, thick, floating

waiting on just

a touch, new life

in a moment

unguarded, still

again, alone

fingers loose, arched

like cats, on keys

worn with use, ranged

before me, eager,

ready to live

a page in dream

chance lost to fear

begin now, press

push into them

and make them dance,

fly, forever

a name, just words,

lines in a face

words on the page,

waiting on me.