Ramblings

Called on blue,

I rise to the gaze of sceptics and foals,
Born into eyes alight, weighted afloat,
Before sunrise my guise welded notes
On surroundings, trapped in a bubble,
Repetition of circle and prey,
Invoke words with no meaning, entreat winds with no warning,
Before sunrise my guise stutters then sway
My being with gusts of acceptance,
Sleeping friends slumber abridge their minds,
What lies dormant, control in elements,
Three pieces of a watertorn map left behind,

We grow tired, ease in silence, and in fear,
No comfort for a while, regress to the eyes of an infant,

I'll remain nothing less than my heartbeat

I wrote this when i was drunk and am not sure about it at all, words feel kinda different cross continent.