High above and resting on

the billowing mass of cloud,

there sits a shadow

lost from below,

raised high in a storm.

Uncertain as to where he is

or what of him will become.

He sits there anxiously

wondering of his owner

perplexed that he might not be missed,

how can he return

before its too late?

to where he does not know?

If it is that he is lost

then to whom he can ever belong?

for a shadow cannot exist

without something

to which to belong.

It was then with a joy 

an aircraft appeared

emerged from within the cloud,

immiediatly he attached himself

followed to where it was bound.