Night Arrival


Cities burn like embers from the sky.

Brilliant fireflies,

lit upon the Earth,

like the riverbank

on a warm summer night.

Kisses that linger

longer than the journey,

tug me home

on wounded angel’s wings.

Sweet gravity

prepares the ground

for my arrival.

Blissful tarmac code

scrawled out

to draw me from the sky.

Gone too long.

A day,

an hour,

a minute,

irretrievably stolen

by some dissenting call.

The words I spoke on my departure

Have rung cold

in vaulted rooms.

You feel the ground

exhale upon touchdown.

The fireflies scatter,

joining the stars

to guide another lost one home.




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