Teach me how you fly

You have all these words to tell me

but you have always faded away

and your silhouette against the sky

has never waved back

Sometimes I hear you calling in strange hours

but your words are ghost-written

and they vanish before I can make sense of them

Often I have felt 

the heaviness of your absence

reality seems to take control

its dullness ominous of itself

I have been trapped too many times before

sucked inside the monotone

until I forgot existence

has a purpose, it matters

and your ghost-written words

have saved me every time;

even when I can't seem to understand them

This time when you call 

in another strange hour

I need you to come here 

and teach me how you fly

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

I think the speaker here is talking to some deity or spiritual being. The person seems to be a spiritual seeker, but the quest appears to have gone unrewarded thus far. There does not seem to be an intent to give it up, but the tone has a pleading quality to it. I sincerely hope the prayer is answered soon.