Memories of Flight

Floating on clouds in the bright blue sea

sunshine staring back at me.

Yellow rays light up the tray

words on the page dance away.

Here I go, once again

“Hello, my dear old friend.”

We dive deep into the great beyond

and they take my hands as we abscond.

Lost in a world all our own

“Finally…” I think,

“I am home.”

bryton.