aero air

planes

flying in currents

oceans or air

pinnacle of reality

delusions?


maybe

dreams in reality



become reality

a promise made in our early days

Magic

Aeroplanes

to fly

to see

the sad goodbyes

goodbye

bye good,

but never bad



sometimes





always







never sad

the sky unlit

the black

lit blue

flames light the skies

s
ouls


aved

but sometimes lost

a feather

a Fragment

and a teardrop in the frost

and always

towers

that we dream of in our

sleep

come to haunt us in reality

and our fears we come to meet

the promised place

the infinite key

the wake the sleeping loved one

in the time in which

we can never be

flying to our promised place

we can never be

flying to our promised place

and flying from the fire

Promised whispers of a whispered love

renewed

Before the Pilot’s memories of

summer swims and laughing

Disappear from the Passenger’s view

man’s own wings


wings

with the birds

in

delusions?

maybe

a mask of tears

kercheif

white hands

white hands


flutter

white handkercheifs flutter








in the wind

he cries

and Ithacus fell from the

blue

blue

skies

new hope renewed

in the endless high open

blue

blue

Blue