Across a gloaming valley
Down the dimming trail
a shadow against the crimson skies
dusk’s failing fire
whispers in the chill night air
Between what lies ahead and what remains
Hustle, scuttle and thrill
emotions of a yearning soul!
Shall i wait for her plane to land?
-or meet her midair in silver-clouds,
clear the aisles meant for two,
order the finest dinner a waiter shall whiz,
Shall i wait for the hail from the air?
– or fly my own plane to climb aboard
certainly we don’t need two seats, only one
and that one is blushing from all of this touching.
Shall I vigorously fly like a G6?
– spying out my love in ways I can
shall she unwrap an early present
i’m wearing pitch-black
…she’s wearing none.
certainly two stars search the horizon
-climaxing at the speed of light’s dreams
air pressure certainly boggling
the clash of thunder and lightning
a show of overwhelming energy
for these weeks have weakened my pulse and my knees.
I hightail to meet my love
in the air, so close and yet
i’ll certainly have to wait ‘til she lands
so she can take me back to the heavens
– a place where she now belongs!