From my tiny window at twenty-thousand feet
pools of aqua mingle with endless rocky cliffs. 
So still, my heart responds and
I reach for the steady gentle hand to my right,
tracing his lips with a knowing smile.
 

With each measured beat distractions fade  
while reflections cradle my unspoken thoughts, 
of spirited colors of an alluring sunset to
the soothing water of hypnotic melodies.
 

I pass by- without wings to descend
thirsty to find the beginning of the wind.
How stimulating is the landscape of the world; I thought.
Yet the scenery to the right of me leaps off the page
tracing my lips with a gentle kiss...  


 

 © Joy Marsh