It’s the open road away from some part of me

something left behind that I may never return to

born of the wind and carried onward

It’s moonlight falling behind and only night ahead

over the edge and descending into forgotten depths

the things I saw and longed to forget

the things I’ve forgotten and long to remember

It’s broken wings spread among the stars

testing their reach, their strength

and desperate to touch down on some stretch of paradise

if only for a moment before the journey onward

If only to know that some trace will remain there

lying in shadow while the dust settles

an ink scar left in that place to die

a whispered secret telling of existence

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Forgot to set this to post earlier today, sorry!

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