Pilot Light

there's an airplane flying low
 over star-sick rivers and a sleepless city glow
 the familiar sights from the circling heights
 are hazy and nearly invisible
 you want to choose
 you want to be new
 the wheels emerge, hit the ground like a scourge
 but up close it's the same thing; you're still fighting the urge
 go on
 stay
 fade away
 there's a violence in a storm
 in the awful green and hurling swirling skies
 the weathervane spins loose, the sandbags refust
 the pleading sirens find no compromise
 you want to move on
 you want to be safe
 in the wreckage you learn, when there's nowhere to turn
 sometimes you just wait for the blue sky to return
 there are visions stoked in coals
 in a soot-lain iron stove
 they're voices that speak when the moonlight is weak
 and ashes settle on your clothes
 you want to forget
 you want to be free
 embers will wane, eyesight will strain
 without light not even shadows remain