The slow climb into
the sky
As the ground beneath becomes
a reflection of the constellations above
Blankets of light flickering
in both directions
And You and I
unavoidably caught in
the breath between
Gravity pulls at metal wings
shifting reminders
of reality setting in
At ten thousand miles
We turn on our sounds
though silence seems
heavier
We wonder, what is left?
Left of center is where
we must begin this journey
into unknowing smiles
sighs, whispers, distractions
Neither one anticipating
the decent, the sound
of arching
Here in the sky
nothing can touch us
Cocooned in metal
shrouds
We can only lean
upon each other
grasping fingers
intertwine
The touch of humanity
almost unbearable
The formations of the land
below become
infinitely clear
As we journey back
into our worlds
separate entities
entirely devoid of truth
When rubber kisses asphalt
our breaths hitch
we are back
On the ground, staring
at the sky above
the quiet journey
we've just departed from
This goodbye seems
endless until we find
ourselves once again
among the clouds
