Starships
Pretty lights on the field outside,
and the morning’s cold.
Moving down to earth I hear you wake.
“I’m feeling old.”
The Empire Buildings
raising higher.
A secret language,
growing dimmer.
Here we are now,
saving ourselves from the race.
Watching starships,
steer us away from grace.
Forgotten again,
ancient secrets.
Remembering when
there were no regrets.
Bring us to the end again,
and love me once again my friend.
I only know what’s left for me,
and I feel it now.
I can feel you now.
Fading lights on the field outside,
and the morning’s old.
Settled to the quiet earth you touch my hand.
There’s no more cold.
