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The sky is in rhythm. Spreading out below me a methodical hymn.
The waves sing and sway. A canvas of cumulus and white under-cast.
A colorful goodbye, like the closing credits.
Orange to blue, if they could be mixed.
The sun leaves some kind of trail.
Miles wider than any eyes.

For a moment, the thought of earth escapes me.
As I drift, I imagine a dwelling above this cloudy canvas.
Our craft will float till it finds home and then quietly
Glide onto one of it’s many arial decks.
Perhaps, I have seen it in a dream or a motion picture.

These days I am full and rich in my earth-bound footing.
Walking across a stained tapestry of hue and line.
But today, between these time zones, this heavenly window
This dreamscape expanse…
It swallows up my soul with it’s horizon-lined nothingness.

(a little bit of writing from my travel to portugal last month.)