Mission is on, your time to roll
May I keep a piece of your soul
If it doesn’t belong too much,
to anyone?
Its not the first time I’ve watched
A fated flight, steady as a swan
Across the morning sun,
Suspended
Free of the weight of Worlds
Forging skyward,
Another shore
Where mountains fall
Somewhere a river will make its name
Throw down your claim
Do the passengers look back towards the runway?
Lowered eyes, secrets, and delays
Goodbyes whispered though never exchanged
Draw me a heart on the window
You know I always stay up late
The rain here has turned to snow
Delicate and beautiful
He knows,
the wind will blow alone these months
Nothing to hunt, Doggedly on,
A moonlit path
She leans back, like Starman
On her radio
Hello? hello?
About the Creator
Elsa Michaela | @surfthought
When you hear a song
One that stops you in your tracks
That seems spoken from your own mind
Do you listen and listen again?
Follow its streams until a tide,
Inside you
Rushes to fill in the small hollow parts
…Yeah, me too
INSTA - @surfthought
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