Into highest skies
I search for you,
Behind cirrus outstretching
hoping to mask your light from me.
Will winded spirits unimpede,
as Vega winks his prescence
across the heavens?
So, into this night
like every other I wait,
Knowing you are there
but unable
to ever reach you.
2005
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