Stand here at the window staring out,
the clean, blue depths before us,
ours exclusively, or so it seems,
so few at this plane we dare not miss
the other souls in flight above the gloom,
who watch as we watch, too,
another piece of cloud break off
and float into the room.
the clean, blue depths before us,
ours exclusively, or so it seems,
so few at this plane we dare not miss
the other souls in flight above the gloom,
who watch as we watch, too,
another piece of cloud break off
and float into the room.
–thanks to MR for the visual.