Flight

Three Rivers, California, January 2018

Over the clouds, on the way home.
An air of sadness in my earphones.
A sea of clouds, a treacherous calmness,
longing for harmony.
A gaze, flooded in blue,
seeks an elusive opening,
a peace far away from solitude.
Nostalgia for the ones missing,
loneliness on the way back home,
familiar routines, a homey feeling.

Loved, sheltered,
loving, sheltering,
living, sharing life,
going on, unstoppable,
in perfect company
on the pre-chosen path,
on a journey that was meant to be,
towards a remote goal
that you always had
unknowingly
right before your eyes.

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