the cold presses against my skin
but the air is oddly calm for january
almost as though spring is trying to sneak in
a current of clouds slowly slides along the shores of the universe
covering the moon with a soft veil
her edges have softened and spread
her face is blurred and she has been disguised
her light, though, gives me life
it brightens the edges of those rough places
and in this winter air, i'm warm
i have freedom!
i'm flying
not far enough away for my heart
but far enough to give me hope
enough to get me high
and get me fast
and when my feet reach the ground again
i'll bask in moonlight
until i've got strength to continue