Airplane Poems

Flight of Fancy
The cirrus clouds are dragons
Gamboling through the sky
Biting, fighting,
Swooping, diving,
The skeletal beasts fly.

Ten Thousand Feet
The clouds are sailing
On an ocean of air;
As we glide above,
I think and stare.
Metal seagull,
Ethereal ships,
Evanescent beauty
Away from us slips.

Raindrops
Clouds are just sky-puddles
Drops of rain
Suspended midair
Waiting to fall.
People are just raindrops
We fall from the sky
Land in the sea
What do we pass in between?