of sticky, needy desire to belong
Like a bird soaring on high winds
One day, I will look down on these
Lonesome musings as oceans that
Hide mountain tops of unheeded love
There above the clouds, beneath those
Stars, in that unending blue, I will rise
To hold all your hands, all your hearts
And each of those moments filled with
Tears, laughter, passion, quiet solitude
Which only deepens with two, never one
And I will be one with you all.
And never again, will I be alone.
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