The Man Who Fell To Earth
You notice the stars as we ride the curvature of the earth in a car,
spinning wheels meeting spinning world, intellectually understood,
yet lost in the moment soul meets sky, a bittersweet sigh entwine
of violin and cello slipping neatly between the sunspot AM static,
its plucked notes, bowed chords so full of soothe, so full of desire
that as I close my eyes I drift from all that is known, all that is secure
into the vast of space surrounding, the earth almost out of my reach
as I grab your hand just in the nick of time, just as we arrive home,
safe and sound beneath a symphony written in the stars above.
You notice the stars as we ride the curvature of the earth in a car,
spinning wheels meeting spinning world, intellectually understood,
yet lost in the moment soul meets sky, a bittersweet sigh entwine
of violin and cello slipping neatly between the sunspot AM static,
its plucked notes, bowed chords so full of soothe, so full of desire
that as I close my eyes I drift from all that is known, all that is secure
into the vast of space surrounding, the earth almost out of my reach
as I grab your hand just in the nick of time, just as we arrive home,
safe and sound beneath a symphony written in the stars above.
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