I know
you are out there,
if I am out there,
waiting for you.
You beckon me
with haunting eyes
brimming apprehension,
calling to me,
a beacon
in a storm,
asking me to hold on.
It’s not over yet.
I filed a flight plan
to carry me to your shores,
a one way ticket,
to a place I’ve never lived
but will always call home.
I used to think
I could reach you
by land,
but then I realized
I must travel
across seven oceans
and countless seas
to feel you once again.
The edge of night waits
with nothing to stop us
from believing we can fly,
that the world
has no boundaries
or corners to stop us.
you are waiting.
your music
plays aching melodies
that haunt your present
with our past.
I am yours.


Twitter mash up precedes. 🙂

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