I’ve checked the flights from here to there

I’ve checked the flights from here to there,
And there to here, of course (of course!)
I’m sighing, and my Soul’s laid bare.

Though I should bear so great a care,
This drive comes from a Foreign Source;
I’ve checked the flights from here to there.

We talk – then find we both just stare;
No need to code our words in Morse.
I’m sighing, and my Soul’s laid bare.

As I’m laid bare, I’m light as air;
Not needing to be pulled by horse.
I’ve checked the flights from here to there.

So Foreign, yes, but also Fair;
My deepest Knowings reinforce –
I’m sighing, and my Soul’s laid bare.

‘Tis foolish, no? So unaware?
Still – yielding to a greater Force –
I’ve checked the flights from here to there;
I’m sighing, and my Soul’s laid bare.