Staring up at the universe
Looking for signs of you amongst the satellites
Sending thoughts, hoping you could read them
I flick a wish at a a falling star
Seems I missed again...
A sprawling wry smile marks the tone of disillusionment
Abandonment interlaced with hope
Choked with longing, and a fervent rage threatening to scrape through composure,
A quizzical furrow nudges the eyes up again
Watching intently as two satellites glide headlong into each other thier speed an exact mirror of the other and in a blink seamlessly cross over each other.
Oh what a soul wouldn't give to have that brief moment where we kiSs up high amongst the stars in the sky.
Can you feel it?
Pure reading delight,
Pure reading delight, absolutely pure!
Starward