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.
-DJR
