By Request

There are those moments

Those rare moments

That can be most commonly found on bright fall dawns

Amidst the suggestion of awakened morning dew

When the sun brushes a kissed hand

Across the long hair of an open field

This is where you will find me

The sky-veiled universe sheds its light

Letting wiser orbs look down upon us

With endearing candor

And recommendations of synchronicity

Because they - the orbs - are never alone

Burning hot with explosive epilogues

I hope to find you

Are you here tonight?

Do those hands seek the same epilogues?

As they draw my wings back down to sides

And land this amorously peaceful flight

Tell me the orbs are wiser

Tell me the dew is awake

Tell me if you are here tonight