I've heard the stories of your empty world
Devoid of soft touches
And the rare souls that cross lifetimes,
to see again through eyes captured in silent and consummate knowing
I've listened to your unfulfilled dreams,
broadcast in waves of sadness up to where I fly untethered among the stars
They follow me and touch my solitude and I feel my very core missing from you
Yet from this distant view, I see a place
teeming with life and constant noise and endless motion and I wonder
Is this why, when you bend your head to glance up for a fleeting moment, that you miss the brief bright flare of my satellite
orbiting your lonely planet?
I'm catching the sun for you, don't you see?
I'm sending you my gift, a path of light directly to your feet
Look for me, before the sun sets on another day
Before later becomes never
If you miss me now, it will take a while to circle back around
And oh how I dread the dark side the moon...
Flying Angel © 2018
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