Im just floating here
hoping an old friend would return
through the night of the city
where the filaments burn
through the holes were admitting
are the gates to etern
If youre here with us friend
add some specks to the churn
and we will hear you
this flattened note from the jewelry box
is a cosmos unfolding
we willingly let go
to the nostalgia we were holding
and we can cry twice, for this life we are mourning
if youre here good buddy
you could tell us the story
The sensor lights, when the frequency is right
like a jetstreamed sky, transmitting the kite
a ghost with a plight, through the quilt of the night
and I don't care about being right
anymore
Radio the Heart
conduit a resonant soul
this symphony swoons
far beyond the controls
and were gonna rock
like shes here at home
again
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