Six am dark

Six am dark.

A woman sings softly.

Voice fading into murmurs.

A baby cries.

A slow and tired moan.

Now, the wings are pulling.

There’s a strip of pink beginning.

In the gray coated sky.

The light of stars has fallen

Into the vallies and the shore.

We slip through the white.

Over head, there’s more.

The world starts shaking,

In the current of up above.

The cars, like blood in veins,

Feed a body of civilization.

One block is beating.

A chorus of red and blue.

The land connects in stardust,

Reaching over glassy water.

The woman is still singing.

My soul beats with it too.

Reach up, touch gray above.

Then the rumbling begins.

The world is fluid.

Above, below and within.

We crest the haze to gentle waves.

Alive with shades of gray.

Hints of peace, beyond reach,

A golden blaze of light.

The rising sun.

Illuminates everyone.

On a flight at dawn.