Flight Song

Trippin' on the plane
atmos rushes by
in layers upon my eye

Stillness swells
like mist in desire
that heart-beat tells

consummate, though
because telltale
closure awaits

In tortured flight
anticipation
for flight's end
my Bubbalin'

At flight's end
you await
quiet against
wind-full window
one solid tear
falls to cloud white
anticipation
... awaits

So my desire
will speak to you
though transient
I fill my thoughts
with you, in tension,
in song of flight.



Copyright © 2010-11 Patrick Darnell (3.3.1996)