Tremors

The floor moves as you stood still,
With your narrowed eyes,
You trace the dancing shadow,
Hidden by distance,
Present by faith,

The floor moves as you stood still,
Your feet planted firmly on the ground,
Pierced by rusty nails,
Bleeding your black blood,
Trembling in distress,

The floor moves as you stood still,
Arms stretched,
Fists closing on the cold air,
Reaching for the hidden presence,
Clawing for the unseen star,

The floor moves as you stood still,
As your surprised gasps fill the air,
Your face warm from your breath,
When the imminent thunder strikes,
You finally fall through the cracks,
Moved, at last.