sw*itch - You're Flying, Do Your Arms Hurt Yet?

It was here that I landed, you still in the air

Here that I struck the rock and stone

While tailwinds propelled you to the fore

How will it be when you land

(much more safely than me)

How will you feel in a strange new air

And the sunlight freely on your skin

(how I wish I were that light - caressing without affectation)

As you walk the deck, careless and unencumbered

Spare no thought of me, but here

That I impart only heart's well intentioned time

Be well

Be well

Lose yourself

And may we find one another

then.

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