Skies

There's something magical about planes,

flying through the blue, like my mind over to you.

They help bring us closer; similarly my thoughts do that too.

It's been some time since I saw your face,

or touched your hands, or embraced that soothing energy you always radiate,

I miss that kind smile, but there's no haste,

to joy and love, that's what you always say.

There's ways to connect through the skies,

be it with a rushing plane, or looking at the moon,

from distance sharing the same gray silhouette,

but beautifully meeting our eyes,

like that last time, oh I can't forget,

that glowing charm, that stare so sweet,

as we said goodbye on 7th street,

no words were said, that I might regret,

but the moment begged for silence,

as it was forging a future encounter,

and here I am, among clouds soaring,

while my spirit even higher,

as the plane forward continues,

so does our journey.