The moon followed me to Seattle
Perched On the window seat
Along the flight path home
During the mysterious leap
across the sky
I realize suddenly the prophecy
in my dreams of flying
Not that I can fly
but that one day I will fly
seeing all the things I missed
All the people I thought I knew
are waiting in the clouds
behind the wing that gracefully
slices their vapor
wanting only to have a
satisfying explanation
for leaving
for forgetting
for forsaking everything
just to see something you
thought you already knew
Yes its you
several miles above them all
seeing what only one
Watching me pass in a simple silver tube
Floating, as nothingness suspends our hope
A soft emerald field wakes me from the dream
Forcing reality down the jet way
Folding time into a metal box moving me another step closer to home
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