no.4

I wish to fly up amongst the clouds.
The air is crisp there,
but it is worth the trip.
Amongst the clouds, the earth beats like the throbbing heart between my lungs.
At this distance, freedom is exemplified by the triumphant eagle with it's outstretched wings.
Pristine are the sounds as they travel into space.
Physics cannot calculate the trajectory of the broken dreams fluttering up into the heavens.
If only one could fly with them.

An emblem of purity, the white within the blue perpetuate the cleansing of the world.
Amongst the clouds, clarity is pristine, and wayward thoughts seem to claw their way back into cognition.
As one transcends the clouds, they eclipse the portal of mortality.
With arms like blades carving the sky, past travelers glide into the nothingness of beyond.

Amongst the clouds, one is safe.
One is sound.
Amongst the clouds, one is safe.