Granting the Sky

The midnight moon hangs high
Stars cascading across the magnificent sky
I look to them but not just for a wish
But someone, somewhere to always cherish;
I wish you were here…

On Wings of Redemption

There’s always one thing
That’s like flying with a broken wing
Something that becomes a encumbering affliction
Nothing short of a unending restriction
Flying high among the clouds
Is a feat truly performed out of the crowds
With the encouragement of another wing to support
You shall never fall short…