Out Of Time

Out of time
and missing you
or am I missing me?
I once reached for stars
yet feared the strength
of the air which bore me up
years gone by and now
a gentle breeze stirs the memory
of flight
I look to the sky and wonder
what might have been
Out of mourning
I take my first tentative step
Eyes closed, I face the wind
and feel its force
as it again bears me up
Reaching for the moonlit heavens
walking, running, lifting up
I am once again transported
into the night air
the landscape of my dreams
past, present, future
I embrace them all
no longer out of time
missing not you... missing not me...
as I touch the stars