The roofs are silver now. The roads have lost their names. A river holds the moon and breaks it as I pass. I rise above the steeples. No window follows me. For once, I am not leaving anything. The world below is beautiful tonight. Little fires. Little lives. A thousand quiet lights. And I had forgotten how the darkness opens wide. The world below is beautiful tonight. The wind remembers me. It moves beneath my wings like something old returning to its place. The forests become shadows. The fields become one breath. Somewhere, a train moves through the black with every window gold. I watch it disappear. I keep flying. The world below is beautiful tonight. Little fires. Little lives. A thousand quiet lights. And I had forgotten how the darkness opens wide. The world below is beautiful tonight. There were years I crossed these skies and never looked beneath me. Only hunger. Only distance. Only somewhere else to be. Tonight I hear the bells before the towers come in sight. Tonight the clouds part for me and I do not call it loneliness. My wings are strong. The night is kind. I think I have missed myself. The world below is beautiful tonight. Every river. Every rooftop. Every small and sleeping light. I do not need to disappear into the sky. I only wanted to remember I could fly. The world below is beautiful tonight. Beautiful tonight. I turn once above the city. The moon catches along my wings. Then I go higher. Not away. Just higher.
