First Impression

I've been feeling your hold

For a week or so

The impression shows

And I know I've been

In the arms of kin

My old strength is my new friend

My direction

My reverence

There's a train in my heart

That doesn't seem to start

Unless you're lying next to me

When I go to bed

I lay down my wishful head

I'll be hearing what you said

Echoing

Relaying

My heart has been tearing

From there to here, my dear

I've got a baseball mitt

Made of leather and my spit

For catching sky bits that have slipped

I call it sensation

You call it revelation

I've been feeling your hold

For a week or so

The impression shows