The Tethered Morning Sun

Blades of grass follow the morning sun

It floats as if tethered by a balloon string, held back from flying away

Silhouettes pass against the fiery yellow and orange, one by one

And out of the corner of my eye, I catch my shadow reach out, yearning

But like the morning sun, he is tethered and remains

Like blades of grass, with eyes that can only follow

Left only to dream of what might have been

Originally posted October 19, 2015

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Fly Away

Waiting at train stops

Watching trains wisp by in a blur

I can see their faces

Wishing one of them were mine

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A black bird sings

Singing a lonely tune

Reaching out to me

Asking me to fly away

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I close my eyes

Thinking of long forgotten roads

Roads that have fallen off maps

Waiting to be found

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Silence jolts me from my thoughts

The train is no longer to be seen

Only the yearning remains

The black bird has flown away

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Originally posted July 3, 2015