The parallels of flying together.

Through the years
of endless echoes
I wander amongst
the dreams
I, do see
where laughter bellows
across the waves
of moments
swinging on a smile.
Travelling the memories
I do feel
my ear placed
upon the ground
amongst the littering
of tombstone greys
I hear the call
of past thoughts
drifting,
and here I am
trapped in our time
placed across
your feathered wing
I fly.