Insomniac

The sun is fading down After the blank, arid Lonely day And the cold wind rises slowly As I stand alone on the edge A voice, carried by the currents Following that bird Up to the dark, purple clouds Meant for me, as I hear the words That I have never spoken The air, slowly rolling around me To form the warm hand That touches my cheek As I stare into the distance Knowing that somewhere, somehow I am not alone I stare into the distance Knowing that somewhere, somehow You are looking back at me