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.