Day 632 - Up and Away

Up, up and away in a cylinder made of steel and tin. Floating with the clouds, listening to the whistling of the wind. 

A baby cries while others sleep. I sit silently with my thoughts in peace. 

I'm on my way to walk with my girl. Traveling light, headed across this big ole world. 

The sun peeks with it's blessed rays. Glowing like a crown just out above the haze. 

Like birds we soar, wings steering, powered by jets below. At 30,000 feet the window-view really steals the show. 

Still, I can't wait to land and run to baby's arms. Kiss her lips and seduce her with my charm.