Midnight Flight

by Harley
(wayenken1@aol.com)

My head rests against this cold window
as my eyes drift to the sky,
and I once again am reminded
how vast and alone is this night.

There is no differentiation
where the sky and land unite,
endless darkness save small stars,
and my loneliness takes flight.

Moonlight reflects on the plane¹s wing
and my mind¹s eye envisions your skin -
pale and soft in the moon¹s glow.
I need to feel your touch again.

I suppose you are sleeping now.
Is it of me that you dream?
Do you feel the loneliness, too?
With you is where I yearn to be.

Home where my love waits
and passion inflames my core,
where my heart beats - my soul sings,
where I am made whole once more.

² (jce) 10/9/00