Stranded

Aloft on a warm desert wind, my body feels cold
Here in this high night sky,
my soul feels old

Through the clouds I cut my path, hoping I won’t come in to late
Struggling with my destiny, hoping I’m not tied to what seems my fate

As my wings wear in the dark night, I’m hoping I’m not alone as I continue my fight
Patching my feathers as I kite, straining to see my guiding light.

Stuck in this endless sky, my cries purely candid….
“God. Alone up here I am, naught but stranded”