Contrails headed for Australia or Guam
A thin bedspread of clouds left behind
I never know if I’m awake or asleep
When I’m in travel mode
Leaving my old life behind
Trusting there is always someone stronger
Living inside me I travel to meet
Or yet again pass by
Certain he or she is out there
And our time in London will be brief
A memory even before it happens
And of course I bring you back with me
To an already overcrowded household of clouds
Slowly my accumulating love
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