Planets spin and turn in space
seasons change
days move to night apace
hands move across my face
Settled in my airline seat
alone, in thought
suspended in a southern sky
puffs of pastry white ebb by
Mirrors of sun on the sea
curve into the misty void
below, swells heave and flow
up here – soft and slow
We jolt and disappear into grey
then suddenly emerge
sun beckoning in a westward way
into time’s advancing day
Philosophers say
if we look into the sky
we see God
I say, that may or may not be so
but what I know
when I gaze into the distant blue
I simply feel a love for life
and you
