we are bodies in motion spiralling in our astral dance sun and moon chasing a feeling through sky and stars and heaven but my orbit is not perfect years and tragedy weigh heavy this sun burns so much brighter and mine lost to parallax and the bridge between us the speed of light or touch that great vessel to connect us finds rough sailing no landmarks to guide her telemetry failing hoping beyond hope this is a flight of fancy of hers, or mine
Back to Coda
Ahead to The Burden
Return to Diaries
Return to Griffin