THE FLIGHT

Where have your thoughts gone to?
Just now as I talk,
Or just when I started thinking of talking,
when my eyes looked into yours,
drifting into another universe,
all silvery and travesty.

In the room somewhere close,
looking out the window of some lost soul,
wandering often outside home;
You’re probably past the Milky Way,
And it’s probably the sadder place to be.
At this fragile hour, I just wish for a return.
But, this is not one brittle moment.

© Gheeneil

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