above ground.

these streetlamps light this road im not driving,

im too far ahead, too far above,

you caught me flying,

you made me see.

ive been lifted from this shipwreck,

brought above ground to the clouds,

i grew wings from your heart,

and now we've left this galaxy.

morning air.

ink bursted out of the pen,
the paper sizzles with dreams,
lifted into the stars with cut out wings,
overseeing normality.

surpassing ordinary,
a fall sweater among the trees,
dripping with reminders and thoughts,
a smile spreads on her face
as her body speeds towards those dear.

she believes in those words twirling in her head,
those faces floating in her soul,
premonitions of her future,
she knows how to survive.