Im used to these shaky take-offs
Because new beginnings are never smooth
Probably because I force these chapters
to end too soon.
As I break the layers of the sky
it all becomes a plane
As the boundless field of clouds forms a new horizon.
Time is lost with distance gained.
The clouds begin to ripple
into surging waves of smoke above a burning sea
And it reminds me of a not so bitter past
exaggerated by my life's lack of direction.
The curtain of night drapes over the darker sky above
But the stars are more distinguished.
My attempts for peaceful sleep are plagued
by terrors of my ever elusive contentment
And I bend my neck in sorrow.
My eyes peel open through hours of failed rest.
The stars still beckon for attention as their clarity becomes obscured
And the navy night fades into the gray of a foreign dawn.
The concrete field of clouds dissipates into whisps of vapor
and the horizon becomes unclear.
These clouds hold the drowning light
of the sunrise I now chase down.
My destination nears but I still have no direction
and my longing does not subside.
I search for my place, I must find a home
before another day is wasted.
It seems this journey will never end
But for now I race the sunset.