In Flight

The body of water I passed was not an ocean,
and yet its expanse stretched on endlessly.

The sunset
A burnt orange pad of butter
Melting on an outstretched sheet of clouds.

My heart a blue so deep it came,
From the sorrows of my dreams.

We approach evening here and now,
As I sail the skies to a place
That will see the Sun for many hours more.

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