Holding hands on the plane
The wings become our adventure
Guiding us through orchards of clouds -
Each blossom kissed by a sunset’s fire
Each moment steeped in the sweetness
of fragility

We are light
Adrift above the city’s spires
Soaring past the limits of hawks, of eagles
Beyond the reach of reason

Like a ballerina, arms like wire -
The earth tilts on her axis
but love, unyielding, holds us aloft
A gravity of its own making


Silence takes comfort in our ears
The quiet roar of leaving again -
of shedding the weight of the banal
We wave goodbye to labor -
To everything that cannot follow us

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