deserted skies

Where to…

Why fly…

What skies…

Freedom clouds drift by,

Then you wonder why am I so high.

You see blue through and through,

Isolated from those abandoned just as you.

You take notice as feathers dwindle beneath,

But wonder does flight include seclusion, with thee.

Is this a place of existence?

Or will this be my place of existence?

A visible horizon dispenses hopes rebirth,

Of the completion that life’s worth more beyond this earth.