Marriage To Faded Glory On Top Of A Haunted Hill

On top of the world

I hear nothing

but am full of understanding

I see nothing

but my entire life is clear

I say nothing

but every pain has a story to be told

The darkness abounds

but I travel at the speed of light and sound

The heart is empty

because infinity has known it all

Underneath the cover of fading light

the quiet, the afterlife

seems right

Cut it loose

and be carried by possibility

Cut it loose

and be free of presumed disability

There’s only so many

that can reach these heights

to touch the unseen, to carry the messages of angels

is an incurable high