This morning I was lifted up to heaven
at a speed of 500 miles an hour,
piercing the massive clouds to where the sun
shines with clarity at 31,000 feet-
if these were ordinary strings
they would have snapped,
but they remained tied up to you,
my heart's thoughts with yours.
The wine didn't weaken the threads
weaving in my head about you.
Up here, the sun is unhindered,
blue skies stretch all over.
Ten hours in heaven did not do me good,
the isolation kept me anxious
of our fragile link that held on
like sunlight to the window.
No comments:
Post a Comment