Sketchers On Air

Whispers in the wind night chords telling me I should quit soul drifted to the skies when I grip the mic scorched scars from my melody twitch Running man on the moon a lone star acting a fool tune through beats with Schwartz if I’m falling again still floating in orbit Dance with clouds flame gleaming at dusk on air for the crowd try to reach touch lost no longer there Only time light turns dark thunder cracks god weeps tears opening eyes of blind glass barrier shield wiper hands like clocks time is ending