My soul is a vagrant It wanders around in time Like pollen and like leaves Caught in the wake of life I find meaning in this chaos ====== In the little moments in time that I get, I open my windows to a world in which I know you live. I hope I see you on the other side ==== A butterfly sat on the wings of an airplane As it taxied into an airport One carried me in The other, my dreams. Birds of a feather Unknown to each other ==== Airplane windows are modern day apartments. The one who is inside wants to be outside And the ones who are outside They don't like being there
On the sidelines of a business meet Or the time spent Waiting for the guest of honor To honor There are moments of extreme clarity Wherein I can see far into myself And I can also see the journey that brought me here. Across the trail Through all the climbs And the dips; Through hunger and sleep And absence of sleep My longing for you has been The only consistent constant. The only cross I have carried Through all times Always.