Fleeting Flights

How they do it, I might not know—
deepening their thoughts into candle glow,
blowing away through the depths of night,
hitting the dust on a patient flight.

Do you know now how to fly?
The burden of happiness, sadness alight,
like a flicker of joy that dims to gray,
as dreams they chase seem to slip away.

Pursuing a dream they haven’t heard,
silent whispers, secrets blurred.
Salvation comes but once a night,
a moment fleeting in the dimming light.

Gliding with force onto a fate,
carrying heartache, both love and hate.
For those who long, and those who grieve,
find solace only in what they believe.

The burden of wings, the weight of flight,
a dance with shadows in the depths of night.
To dream, to hope, to seek what’s lost—
a fleeting salvation, no matter the cost.

So they soar through skies unseen,
where joy and sorrow weave between
the stars that guide their silent quest—
a search for peace, a night’s brief rest.

But as the dawn begins to break,
their candle flickers, hearts awake.
For the burden of happiness lies within,
a fire that burns both bright and dim.

And so they glide into the light,
knowing their dreams may never ignite.
Yet still they fly, with heartache in tow,
carrying the weight of what they’ll never know.