Some Kinda Poem

I seemed to be missing,

An hour or two,

Out of the day,

Which the universe conspired a few,

Light years ago,

To see me through,

A time which,

I might not have outgrew,

So, I live my heart now,

Right on my sleeve,

Protecting it from demons,

Flying low and steep,

Sharing with a soul,

Kind and deep,

Fulfilling me heart,

Until I finally sleep.

FLY, I SAY