01-02-2016, 03:48 PM
Taking flight
In sundown Australia,
seen below, the plane is
a southern cross
searching for a northern sky,
flashing signals
as it passes along:
red-white--red-white;
all corners of the 'craft --
and sometimes
the plane flashes
red-white-and-blue.
Here, in long awaited sun rise,
at the airport
where I nearly slept,
I'm now watchful to the east
for travel, and for
opportunities where
I may go beyond
the Indian Ocean
to mighty Pacific seas.
watchful
to travel for something,
painful
the long haul, BUT
to leave and arrive
on the very same day.
When the sun sets
and I must go,
two days left behind
to international lines.
Across barren blue waste;
oceans double their size
perspective-wise
on the way home.
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Phases
Lifestyle of day/night phases:
watchful to the east
until our sun sets
when I look to the west.
The plane to New York
follows east.
By the end of twenty-two hours,
I will have lost nothing,
not even a day.
When the plane travels
west again, I'll wonder where
two days have been.
A verse for starlight gazes.
Stars that I know
down south, where I live,
will reverse in New York
and return again here.
A watchful eye
to Orion's sky;
the only thing I'll recognise.
And now,
like clockwork,
through time-zones I go:
I'll follow planes east,
and where the planes stop,
I'll follow east further
and wind back at home.
In sundown Australia,
seen below, the plane is
a southern cross
searching for a northern sky,
flashing signals
as it passes along:
red-white--red-white;
all corners of the 'craft --
and sometimes
the plane flashes
red-white-and-blue.
Here, in long awaited sun rise,
at the airport
where I nearly slept,
I'm now watchful to the east
for travel, and for
opportunities where
I may go beyond
the Indian Ocean
to mighty Pacific seas.
watchful
to travel for something,
painful
the long haul, BUT
to leave and arrive
on the very same day.
When the sun sets
and I must go,
two days left behind
to international lines.
Across barren blue waste;
oceans double their size
perspective-wise
on the way home.
------------Original--------------
Phases
Lifestyle of day/night phases:
watchful to the east
until our sun sets
when I look to the west.
The plane to New York
follows east.
By the end of twenty-two hours,
I will have lost nothing,
not even a day.
When the plane travels
west again, I'll wonder where
two days have been.
A verse for starlight gazes.
Stars that I know
down south, where I live,
will reverse in New York
and return again here.
A watchful eye
to Orion's sky;
the only thing I'll recognise.
And now,
like clockwork,
through time-zones I go:
I'll follow planes east,
and where the planes stop,
I'll follow east further
and wind back at home.

