From the Window of a Plane


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1. "From the Window of a Plane"

It was just me and that magic below then,

Amidst the stirring of that giant bird that we call a plane,

Through the clouds and under the sun that rule up there,

And away from the darkness of life, I flew...

 

Flying was a dream that would come and go,

Down the streams of memories, into the seas of imagination it flowed,

Crimson capes and magic carpets were what I wanted,

With the feeling of vast cerulean skies was my soul besotted...

And on that day, that dream got wings,

And into that shining horizon, I flew...

 

I flew, in the realm of those fluffy, wispy-white strangers,

Where the land and the sky embraced and came together,

Where the sun and moon were lovers torn apart,

Above those hazy mists in the heavens, I flew...

 

Rivers, that meandered, that looked like roots,

Covering the empty lands, seemingly devoid of man and his loots...

Hills unnamed and floating earth,

The sky was mine that day, I was a soul born anew...

Above the darkening skies, I flew...

Above the million lights that blinked like the stars for me, I flew...

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