Post by Ali Wolf on Jan 7, 2007 1:37:18 GMT -5
Supposedly my vacation was not in vain; for I did a bit of writing on the airplane returning home, and here's what I came up with.
Air Thoughts
Riding high up in the black air, I press my nose up against a frosty window and watch metal wings kiss the sky.
The city lights dot the dark velvet below. I want to paint the vision so all can see, and have each light of red, blue, yellow, represent a soul down there; but no paint can twinkle and shine like this. The only copy of this beautiful sight is the space which surrounds the above. Each vast star in the sky is a city light in itself.
Far down below lies the world in sleep. But is it truly sleeping? Though the night shows nay a sign of thinning, I cannot fully say the city's eyes are closed. Surely there must be a mind out there such as mine; always open, always thinking. But no matter how long a time I stare down at these beautiful specks of light, the only change is a hazy mist which blocks my view.
Air Thoughts
Riding high up in the black air, I press my nose up against a frosty window and watch metal wings kiss the sky.
The city lights dot the dark velvet below. I want to paint the vision so all can see, and have each light of red, blue, yellow, represent a soul down there; but no paint can twinkle and shine like this. The only copy of this beautiful sight is the space which surrounds the above. Each vast star in the sky is a city light in itself.
Far down below lies the world in sleep. But is it truly sleeping? Though the night shows nay a sign of thinning, I cannot fully say the city's eyes are closed. Surely there must be a mind out there such as mine; always open, always thinking. But no matter how long a time I stare down at these beautiful specks of light, the only change is a hazy mist which blocks my view.
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