Send me a love song

Deliver it through the breeze

The Night Air Express

Seeking and searching

Lost in a dark, shady wood

Perhaps I’ll sit down

Green chutes stretch sky high

Reaching for the sky above

Will they touch a cloud?

She speaks to be heard

She whispers, she screams, she speaks

She needs to be heard

Swimming through the trees

Pushing, pulling at the leaves

Courses a warm breeze

Weird to imagine

In the darkest of places

The sun still rises

I swear they’re winking

What do you think? Look up, there

The stars flirt with us

A revelation

Late into the night after

One glass too many

Sweet like wine outside

On a hot day under shade

A fly in the glass

The relationship

Between the moth and the flame

May be apt, but trite