Chasing the sun
With a soft blanket of cotton below us
And the blue-black expanse of infinity above
The sun escapes
It makes a grand departure
And we watch its beautiful remains
Night approaches
Soon, from this small portal, with my eyes
I will see nothing but darkness
And a reflection
In the clear thin layer that separates
Myself from the rushing night wind
The weary rest
The moon is our escort now, on this journey
It urges us on towards our destination
And home welcomes our souls
1-2-96 - on the plane to Phoenix
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