Unrelated

I stay past the sun
I look for the moon
To come,
For stars to slowly veil,
And the dawn to sail.
I’m beamed past wires to
Circuitry, in the dark alone,
An angelic voice carefully descends
Doesn’t want Heaven, But
Doesn’t want to fall
For Hell. I listen to
His words, trying to friends
In the traces of songs,
I know, somewhere around,
A dark window glows
Somewhere a friend lives,
Here’s where all my
friends live.