Within Reach

today the angels fly so high
they don’t hear me laugh or cry
tomorrow I’ll be too old to die
I should have blown out the candle that early and try
to see in the dark
and hear the lark
that spirals up over the tree
for everyone who looks up to see
me and you, perfect together
you and me, together perfect
birds of the same feather
no fault to detect
continuing our destined random flight
always within reach
and still out of sight
staring into the velvet night
to be able to see the eternal light
that is far too bright
for someone relaxed or uptight
dissolving finally
finally forever to be free