Looking for you, through this telescope
Holding on, to this tenuous hope
I see you running
Towards me, or away?
Running towards me…or far away?
Let’s reach out, see if we’re okay…
Is that your hand, or that of a ghost?
Take my strings, the puppet that shunned its host!
In all the blue that the sky can hold
I see your face up there, eyes so cold…
Looking for me…
…Looking at me?
Through a magnifying glass…
Elusive you are,
Elusive you’ve been, as a bird airborne…
Inert I am,
Inert I remain, as an oak, its roots never torn.
With the glass…
Searching frantically for me, so you can see?
Or standing there firm to watch me burn?
To watch me burn?