Airplane Day

Let me explain what this day really is to me. It is gazing up into the sky in solitude. Letting my mind simply fly along those beautiful formations of clouds or the sparkling stars at night. I hear the roar of motor turning into humming leaving me with a sigh. So powerful yet so effortlessly making it's way through the air. Usually a breeze, a slight touch of wind caressing gently my skin and face while lingering in thought. Where, I wonder, is this metal bird flying to? Who are those people in them and are they enjoying their journey? Do they give it a split second of their time to think of who might be following their flight with pierced eyes from below? Beauty in such mechanical shape, fascination strikes. Looking at the sky with yearning, a sigh escapes my lips. This or that airplane is so low...it must be landing soon...close...I know exactly where. My crazy mind braces itself, only for a heartbeat. You could be close, so close finally coming to see me? The following heartbeat then delayed knowing how impossible that is, knowing you are not. Ahhhhh, sweet faith riding back and forth into reality with simple glances into the sky. Another airplane, in another direction....higher and higher passing over my head into the void. Further away from me until the little dot disappears, until the roaring turns into a humming and silence sets in... Leaving me with the thought; if only I could place my love for you into one of them. Far away from me, far away into the unknown...

Both thoughts on my Airplane Day appears to never come true but, with a smile on my face, I always get my view back to the ground ...to see clearly.... of where I'm going and knowing of what I'm dreaming about.

There will always be another Airplane Day