The departed are on a flight to the light.
They got off the terminal.
Evacuating mortality on a plane of immortality.
Their chipped and worn-out wings couldn't carry them any longer.
They had to catch the next flight if they wanted to reach the gates.
Underneath the stars and over the planet.
They're gone now.
Their free from time and the human existence altogether.
Soon, I'll see you waiting at the airport for me if I don't get there before you.
I'll wait by the plane so you know where I'll be if you need to find me when I die.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I was originally writing a poem about death personified, and as I was researching words that relate to death, I realized they can also be about airports and planes. So then, this poem was born a month later.
Enjoy the rest of your day and night :)
YOU ARE READING
Life Beneath The Words At Play
PoesíaMy poetry is only to fill blank pages. You decide how to color it in. That meaning, you can interpret the poems the way you want. I only put the words together, and you decide the rest :) Yet another poem dump for my unorganized mess that is my poe...
