Day 101

I'm in airports, on airplanes,
Still never any closer to you.
Lights flash on the wing tip,
Calling out as a beacon of hope.
I look down at the small things,
The wonders moving slow below.
They are a canvas of so many souls,
The greatest masterpiece we have to hold.
I picture you running through field of flowers,
Playfully granting wishes and blowing sweet kisses.
With you on my mind, there are colors in the sky,
You're the sunshine parting blankets of clouds,
Carrying the storms of lost love far away.