Carry The Midnight Sun

After You Left

You’ve Been Gone

There falls a feeling of being lost,

When one is lost without the pieces

When there are few, no, fewer than few

Who understand, or pretend to understand

Or who can understand, the selfless feelings

That permeates my soul, and my mind, and makes me

Lost; alone, feeling left behind here

In this feeling of those getting larger

And spreading their wings across more deserts

Finding the sun as it calls, the clouds as they swarm

The raw, passionate, beauty of it all

Leaving me to feel and find that which I have felt

Fought for, and so wanted to come true

Wondering the loneliness of it all

Bring me back

Here.

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He looks at you.  It is as if he wants to look away or find some sleep or keep you unaware of his presence, and then you notice him looking at you.  Quietly, trying to find that certain something that exists inside you that shows the world and all its charms and magical dust the difference in you and him.  His head is leaning forward, you can feel the tension in his neck, his left foot tense against its resting place, all feathers down, but each one on the point of feeling that it must be ready to fly.

Each feather about him is tense and in place and the quiet spots and lines that permeate his body, are the same ones that permeate your soul, your mind, your living being as you watch him in a certain amount of discomfort, as he might fly away, he might fly toward you, he might not fly at all, but the mystery he holds is a true mystery....wondering, thinking, being.