Cries of an Angel

The road to home.
Gone at last.
Music to my ears.
Drowning out my thoughts.
Beauty in a picture.
It feels like a pool in the brain.
Running farther, and farther away.
Running away from thoughts.
Running from hope.
Falling from the skies.
A poem singing...

Take me home.

Take me home.

Cries of an angel.
Something that occurs only once.
A moving picture.
It hits your heart.
It hits your brain.
Where is this coming from?
When did you learn to think like this?
When will it stop?
Words singing...

Almost there.

Almost there.

Simple songs speak clearly.
Moving from one person to another.
Meaning.
That's the whole point, right?
The meaning of life?
To have meaning?

Laughs.
That's what they are.
They make you go down and up.
But when they are there for you.
It feels like you could fly.
Happy cries.
Floating above the clouds.
You are finally here. 

Here at last.