Into the distance a ribbon of black.
Stretched to the point of no turning back.
A flight of fancy on a windswept field.
Standing alone my senses reeled.
A fatal attraction is holding me fast.
How can I escape this irresistible grasp?
Ice is forming on the tips of my wings.
Unheeded warnings I thought I thought of everything.
No navigator to find my way home.
Unladened, empty and turned to stone.
A soul in tension that's learning to fly.
Condition grounded but determined to try.
Above the planet on a wing and a prayer.
My grubby halo, a vapor trail in the empty air.
Across the clouds I see my shadow fly.
Out of the corner of my watering eye.
A dream unthreatened by the morning light.
Could blow this soul right through the roof of the night.
There's no sensation to compare with this.
Suspended animation, a state of bliss.
Can't keep my mind from the circling skies.
Tongue-tied and twisted just an earth-bound misfit, I.