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