I am not sure
What it was
The moon and stars,
Ocean waves,
All coaxing me back to you,
Back to you,
Like tides that ease,
And lick the sandy shore,
But surely as they recede,
They’re back again,
In lunar pulls,
That shape the coasts,
This cosmic dance,
We gravitate towards,
We live for,
This is us,
From stardust,
and stardust still,
we are radiant beings,
inertia of departure reminding us,
we are pulled
we are driven,
we are one
despite distance,
despite separation,
despite,
in spite of,
together.
Tag: heavens
Flight
Here we are,
Prepared to fly,
A feat our ancestors dared not imagine,
How ordinary the deed has become
For simple humans,
Who hurry to their terminals,
With worries of time and mortality,
Overlooking the impossibility that they are breaking,
In flight like angels taken to the heavens,
Higher than the birds and bees,
Far above the maple, oak and evergreen,
Being Gods in their own right,
Using mind to engage in
Flight.
She of Letters 