I am Seeking the sunrise. The one that is swallowing you whole.
The plane should be in its honey shaded mouth by now.
Its color and brightness wrapped around you.
The full moon and I stand absorbed in all of it's beauty.
My shoes are soaked through with morning dew,
so much soI can actually dump it's drops on the pavement below.
As if the morning herself cried for your departure.
But i'm not crying for joy awaits you where your going.
And joy awaits you when you return...