New Ways to Fly

Dawn's first flight

Scarves tucked in chilled at the sight

Above the clouds

Careless and proud.

New waves of light, new melodies of sound.

The tethers locked in and the attachments snap

Alone in the drift, alone in the sound

Colors of day, and full bloom shades of night.

Hovering close as new breath ignites.

Honing on the wavelengths of new sensations abound.

Hallucinations of home the familiar crashing of sound.

Misspelled words struggles to be a cognitive being

Alone above the gowns of height, new steps of just being

Cold the touch of endless day

Warm is the hope where gaps and sutures once tucked us in at night

The last touch of life floats back down to Earth

The ladder it creaks of the way home it collides against the edge of tonight where I reside

Floating alone on the notes, the feathers they carry me along this road the twilight's ferry.

Waves of goodbye rush and they hurry

As the way back fades leaving me on a float abandoning worry.

Breaths now in threes we ascend obscured in the journey.

Endless transmissions blend, and the disperse

Houston we're alone 

There is no coming back

I'm trying new things

Hope floats right on track

The cosmos they sing

Don't you hear me singing back.