A crowd
Standing
Caught between groud and sky

Time weaves around the steel stairs
And through the golden light

Melting into the colours of the runway

I turn from the static fumes
To see these streaks of shadow and afternoon light



Perhaps it shall be the moment we remember
As we fall from the sky with flames for hair

Or perhaps it shall never cease



I moved without motion
Rising into the light

And saw us standing on the stair
Small and temporary

And so I flew
On the wings of aluminium angels
Into the clouds

And saw
In the blazing light
A non-existent city on the horizon