Lilting tilting through the air
grinding gears that lift and tear.
pavement kisses, say goodbye
break free, takeoff, to the sky.
Whistling wind that slivers in
waiting, cold and shivering.
burning rubber lights the night,
twirling smoke-flavored goodbyes.
The leaves are stirring in my heart again,
Calling me back to the world.
I smell the sun and the earth and the wind,
And the timeless touch of waters cold.
The grass fronds curl from the frigid skies,
As the sun forgets to warm the earth.
The feather-clad rise to seasonal heights,
As I find solace in a friendly berth.