The Distant Gunfire of Shooting Stars

I keep my chin up
The labyrinth of night
The graves in the sky
Hoping I’ll see you
Speeding by.

I keep my mind in a haze
My eyes above the clouds
The ground is too hard
For bone and feather.

You’re distant in space and thought
But when I need someone
Blowing kisses at the sky
The moon will be the only light
To illuminate
My stepping stones.

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