Unwritten Skies

The plane is tilted to the overhead sky,

willing to see the underneath bays.  

Your companionship is the drifting cloud,

leaving me sinking in the middle of the air—

crashing through unwilling ravens. 

I want to leave behind the pollution of

misery aura that haunts my skin,

in the deep night.

Each bird I see is willing to escape

the unfathomable dusty winds,

that traps chaos within.

The turbines are twirling shaking patiently waiting 

to arrive in the concealed airport—-

that lies in a peaceful atmosphere. 

I know that letting you go was my distress,

but with my life having a new destination of hope,

I could see the light,

I never saw in the pure heavenly skies.