Darling, that sky of silver and blue
You’re peeking into,
D’you think it’s for you?
I hear your friends from my window,
Singing the songs
Of smoky dusk and brand new beginnings.
Flutt’ring feathers cross
Our line of sight.
They seem so sure, that way they’re flying
Off to the haze, the setting sun.
Whose dreams are being dreamt at
night?
Whose wings are those that span the
skies?
Whose star guides journeys
heavenward?
I’ve long been wondering, while listening
To you – whose voice is that?
Those songs are the only things
Free from bars. Free to fly.
That song is you. But are you that song?
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