dear person twenty thousand feet below me,
i’m sorry i couldn’t be your shooting star tonight.
i’m sorry i couldn’t fulfill your wish to
leave;
your wish to wander.
but i’m hoping that you know,
i’m listening.
and i could feel your presence;
i could feel your urge
to be on the same flight as me
so that at least you could be somewhere
other than the four walls that entrap you.

it seems like we’re the only ones awake right now
while your bedroom lamp glimmers twenty thousand feet below me
and while i look out of the plane’s window, looking at your lamp glimmering twenty thousand feet above you.

but don’t worry,
i’ll be here, listening.

When I was a boy on the farm in
Missouri slaying dragons and
making swords out of sticks,
my Dad got me a coonhound pup.
He named him Festus.
Dad was a real Gunsmoke fan.
Festus grew, as I did, and we
traveled every inch of
that 120 acres.
There were two streams that
ran through our land,
and a pond south of the house.
We had 60 head of cattle and
several calves.  Festus would
help me chase them.
When I went to bed for
the night, I heard crickets and cicadas,
and always Festus, way off in
the distance howling and barking.
He didn't mind touring the
farm with me, but he
did his best work on his own,
late at night.
Now that I'm an adult, and
Festus is long gone,
I wonder if anybody can
hear me howl in the
darkness.

Im sitting here with my heart
right up in my throat
and I swallow,
These last few days have just been so low
and I don’t know if I have the strength
that I need to climb out right now
I keep digging myself deeper
and fill my hole with liquid courage
to make me forget that I have none
This is just another episode to ride out
but man, I’m so f*cking tired of crashing

We emerge from stardust,
thrown into this world of material
existence

Star seed origins, born
of the skies, the stars
pumping through
our golden, electric veins

Some mornings, I awaken
with speckled eyes of hope
and memories from the origins
we emerge.