Mind and Aeroplane
Floating
over purple clouds
Sleeping
on an inky ocean of night sky
Dimly
lit, softly pierced
By
the gentle reflection
Of
your light against the frozen glass portal
Yawning
out in awe
At
the gaping chasm namaste
Equally
amazed by the flying whale
And
its cargo of contentedly sleeping people
That
is, that is, that is
I see you dimly
In
the small glass window
Reflecting
the light to my eye
Casting
out into our mother's
Proud
black face
I read your mind,
and hers, and my own
Equally peaceful and
excited
As the horizon
begins to glow
With
the rising tide of a new day
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