September 16, 2012

Interior









Late each night
I hear jets
rumble toward darkness,
their lonely sound
echoing down
the runway,
taking off to places
I have not been.
Stuck on the edge
of my dreams,
I wait for my own
flight to begin,
take me deep
into the unknown
interior, stowed away
until I am found,
discovered way past
the point
of no return.

9/6/12