Lost

"Hey baby, baby bring your love to me" Repeats the radio relentlessly All day I dream a dream where feelings flee In free formation. The sweetest sound reflects in saddened eyes Defies description and identifies The heart that hungers for the sudden skies The souls migration. How sweet to fly To touch the sky To feel in the flow Like the one who glides there. I feel we flew We never knew But to know is to go When your heart resides there. I take a winter coat and walk the square The people gather and the birds they scare Concrete and clay conspire to cage me there Among the lost boys. Down in the streets I see the trees grow bare Broken and battered in the thinning air The birds are scattered and my footsteps there I long for lost joy. How sweet to fly To touch the sky To feel in the flow Like the one who glides there. I feel we flew We never knew But to know is to go When your heart resides there.

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