on metal wings.

On metal wings we fasten our souls;
Peter Pan dreams that will never grow old.

On metal wings we reminisce, we hope;
unbridled abandon down a slide, a slope.

On metal wings, through azure skies soar;
tequila sunrises, the evening house pour.

On metal wings, we crave so much more;
atop alpine mountains, the night stars galore.

On metal wings therefore, each year we renew;
airport at daybreak, ground speckled with dew.

On metal wings then, staring out at the view;
paper tickets in hand, the other with you.

on metal wings is inspired by the soon-to-be trip to Taiwan that we’ve just booked together; the latest addition to a growing series of annual holidays where life is between only two people, and work is but a distant memory.

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