Arriving

                            "Arriving"




I travel faster than the speed of light.

I am the sun, the moon, and the stars.

Made out of clay's earth.



I travel faster than the speed of sound.

So does my musical voice.

As I sing you a tune.



With old age comes the bags or baggage under the eyes.

It's like traveling luggage in the skies.

I counted one hundred twenty four bags in the mirror.



I love you more than the weight of a twenty ton star fallen to earth.

When it covers us in its heat and the world fizzles out.

You will still be around and about.

The world will let out its shout.

!!!Deafening no doubt...




By Jonathan Billet 07/08/2015