Hand of Glass

[Lykren]

so slow
and a touch away
blesséd skin
don’t travel

away
all the last of you
in sunshine and rain
the rest of
every day
every mile
fading in
with heavy grace

and wonder
where you’ll be
in a look
that never lasts
reaching first
through the wind
and sweetest mind
in motion
comes around
to glory where
you cannot cross
as clean as stars