Above The Cloud Nine

Above the cloud nine, is where I place my trust.
Under the uncertain shadow of the highest, nothing has ever been the truest.

The hope is launched along inside the soda rocket,
slowing dividing the azure sky of dreams.

“Dear Astronaut, are you still waiting?”
“Yes, I am.
Oxygen has been getting thinner, lately, but I’m Okay. I pluck some holes to let the soda bottle breath in and out.”
“About how long can you make it?
“How long? How far? How close? Cut that thing out.
That logic doesn’t connect like a sound traveling through the space.”

*bzzz*

Opps, my radio’s getting signal — the silence. At here, we always get one signal — the silence. Everything is okay.

Please, be quick. I need to see your rocket flying up here,
or a message, if you’re not coming.

In the end, I place my trust after leaving the kingdom of hearts,
that I might see you, at least hearing — or listening — to my story.
The astronaut still doesn’t get the signal,
but I’m placing my trust that you will come-

above the cloud nine.