The Skywriter

I handed him a paper
Thick white lines of vapor
Will get that message through
He climbs into his airplane
Speeds off from the start lane
The praise is overdue
Above this town from side to side
The letters spreads out open wide
Hope she sees the writer in the sky
But maybe it’s a mindless spree
My place on her scale is make-believe
Guess I’ve always been a bit naïve
The pilot makes a last spin
Heads off, disappearing
Into the blue and gray
The job for now is over
Feeling fairly sober
Although it’s Saturday
The loneliness is such a weight
So sick of love he’s paid to state
Humming «Time Has Told Me» by Nick Drake
Feels much too ashamed to say
Like vapor trails his heart turns gray
So afraid he too might fade away