up up she goes,
like the raised fingertips of a little girl
reaching for the blue;
flying.
in this reverie
she is flesh and bone;
and this vessel,
her roaring sherdal,
raging metal against trembling skin.
real.
dream of flying.
up up she goes,
like the raised fingertips of a little girl
reaching for the blue;
flying.
in this reverie
she is flesh and bone;
and this vessel,
her roaring sherdal,
raging metal against trembling skin.
real.