A Jet Ride Home
deep prolonged sounds
having no part
higher than another
lights seem dim
in this cacoon of solitude
clouds wash by below
un-seen____
resting upon a cushion
so it seemes
made of stone
with the air beneath__below
with stars in youre eyes
just have when you ever been so high?
kick off the shoes
an enjoy the cruise___
just a jet ride home,after dark..
Copyright © Gary Bechter | Year Posted 2008
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