Crysta Tim

Take Flight

It should come as no surprise that this is how you chose to return. After all, you were always most alive as the surrounding world slumbered. The moon was your spotlight as it is now, casting a halo about your head. I could hear you then, singing when you thought not a soul would hear. I can hear you now, and I follow the sound as I climb out of the window to dance in the moonlight you once claimed as your own. I’ve been fooled to think I can follow your footsteps, but not a print is left from the life you once lived so loudly.