Take Offs & Landings

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