Delving into the depths of night,
My soul knows no height.
Bounding above houses,
into empty atmosphere.
And straight up through the hemisphere;
I find myself queer.
Delighted by the choice of freedom,
Strangely feeling that heart has no boundary.
My eyes closed,
my body weightless.
Even though it is all in my mind,
I truly have this joyous credibility to release all the hostility.
To blanket those who are cold by just…existing.
Fixing words to align a phrase that connects one to their trudged path,
Though I do not know my own,
It is nice not to feel alone.
But in hallow night,
I do feel the strength in even in the perilous nature of man;
That I could truly change something in this world to help others stand.
I do not know why this can only be felt when I am alone in flight.
But I do not begrudge that delight,
that knowledge and intellect are welded between my arm and chest,
like shield when I am unrest.
Gentle wind glazes across my face
as to pull the covers over me and caress my hair;
“Goodnight and please know that you are there.”