The clouds carpeted the sky
Dividing the heavens
From the dusty earth
Deep in the distance
A waterfall of air
Next a layer closer to the moon
Cozied up to the cold metal of the craft
Everyone wonders, “is this the farthest we can go?”
A Jacuzzi of clouds
Laid still
Looking up at the wispy clouds above
Soaking up the sun
A white Arizona
A sailors dream
Soaring somber and sober in thought
Sugar cream icing melting slowly
Over the soul of the earth
A stranger to the sky
We lock ourselves in
and shut out the distance
The sound of air pressure
Is comforting as it
Seeps invisibly through
