Poetry

Night Flight

By Shadowrunner

On cold, bitter nights I fly,
Not knowing how or why,
Just knowing that I do.
On the cold, bitter nights that I watch you
I can't help but think,
Was that single wink,
Meant for me?
How could it be?
How could I be trapped?
And my will so easily snapped?
I still continue to fly,
And still don't know why.
I watch you night after night,
During each flight.