
Flying at sunset
I sleep amongst the heavens—
a pillow of clouds.

Flying at sunset
I sleep amongst the heavens—
a pillow of clouds.

I’m diving head first,
ground rises up to meet me—
we land; nightmare ends.

Buzzing airport lights;
seeking a different high,
solo traveller.

Tiny blobs of life
coloured green, outside the lines,
trees keep us nourished.

We make those buildings
constellation defying,
masking our night skies.