Avoiding the mass,
afflicted by crowds,
isolate and internal
I circle the beloved,
an orbiting satellite
without friction or gravity
in the silence of space,
surrounded by stars
yearning for home.
Avoiding the mass,
afflicted by crowds,
isolate and internal
I circle the beloved,
an orbiting satellite
without friction or gravity
in the silence of space,
surrounded by stars
yearning for home.
Me too!
Oof! This is a strong one, full of affection and sorrow.
Yes….orbiting the One and ignoring the fanfare down here…..
(silence…)…………………Golden
Ah sat-at-a-lite
hafta figger out
da firs tree lines a dis pome
once ah kin do dat
ah will be home
[even if I’m missing a ‘foot’]
Yes.
Home.