In a place I can’t catch,

Words are scrawled across the sky,

Written in brilliant ink.

Written in a star’s light,

Written under the silvery glow.

I sit in dusky hues of time,

Never matching where I want to be.

A pale hand against the deep sapphire sky,

Reaching into endless velvet,

For something too far away.

Time is my willing leader,

I’m drifting away in it’s currents.