Sailboats race through the clouds
leaving soft salty tears
to tickle your ears
as you descend into the abyss.
When November takes his first breath
and nibbles on your delicate skin,
I hope the sun stretches her tender arms
down to keep you safe
as she rests above her kingdom.
And when she swims across the sky
to watch over me,
the moon awaits you high above
the heavens with eager eyes
through open skies,
abiding to catch your dreams.
Remember to keep your helmet strapped tight
while your wallpaper airplane carries you away.
When you leave this part of the world
don't forget to look down below
as you float across the sky.
For there I'll be
Reaching though gentle fingertips and tiny toes
waving you goodbye.