The plane silenced our goodbyes, froze her leaving in steel and glass. It shrank her away, a nestling leaving home for bluer sky. Behind my sigh, the greedy terminal welcomed travelers. Yet, soft chants filled up empty space and low drumbeats from distant days. Thundering out of the tunnel, we stop at the post for beads.
Quiet corners drenched in cool are designs for distant worlds.
Sunshine fresh air waters clear fill misty corners of his mind. Smoking steel knee-deep soot dissolve into the Milky Way. He carries stars into his dreams dances through the galaxy. Gentle pastures made of light seed music breezes sweet and cool. Hot steel noises far away he softly hums of liberty.