Drifting

Drifting away from you Spinning down to the pinpoint drop of isolation In a spell Walking away from the fire That keeps my heart From turning ice Golden feet grace the surface of the sea Sinking deeper I view them from underneath Flailing kicking as I head for the deep I question a hypothetical lead supper Oh God receive my outstretched hand Will I inhale the blue Spinning down upon the gla*s A ghost towards realization of a cell Enclosing the hauntings of a past That blind the eyes And rust the heart So I fell I need you to take my hand And keep my heart from ice