a horizon of lilacs and roses is blurred past sight
and the flaming sun reflects off the airplane's wing
painting it hot
I'll never let go of these moments, suspended above long and lush California
thin streams of cloud are no longer white objects against the sky,
but rather, pools of silver to be immersed in
city lights wink below as the sun is submerged into mountains
and the distance grows hazy and dim
I've been up for days but sleep is hesitant
and my eyes remain wide and awed
