On the night flight, tonight,
My seating lucked out,
And the rows of seats,
Freed to my side.

Within minutes of ascent,
I have already laid down,
The city lights dropped,
And my eyelids followed them.

Dreams in high heavens,
Mixed with jet echo sound,
Darkness ink all around,
Intensifying the imagination.

Distant memories,
Abstract thoughts,
Float from the horizon,
A midnight-hour experience.

Forty thousand feet,
Distance to top,
As if sprung from a geyser,
In the depths of the gorge.

I won’t remember what they illuminated,
But their taste remains present,
Dreams of Top World Night,
On a journey to time.

In the window, it’s noon time,
But my mind is still hallucinating,
This I shall write up at once,
For it may be gone from here too.