…to see above the clouds and reach above the sky.
I have flown and seen the tops of
clouds and seen all the sun had to offer.
A light so bright it hurt my eyes,
my pale green, changing eyes. It hurt
to see the beauty of those shining
masses that were now beneath me.
We have traveled miles upon miles past
the end of the sky, but only to
look back, knowing we had to return. The
photographs of our mind only beg us
to see it all again. Oh, how we wonder
What it is like…