Soaring upward, morning flight illusions,
Aircraft rising higher with the sun,
As if to Synchronize combined ascents,
The booming blast aloft has now begun.
Embracing eagle-nest perspective,
As earbuds softly smother shrieks and sighs,
Shard-like sounds, soliloquy intrusions,
Pushing ambient antics all aside.
Seizing solitude, A long-sought chance to think ,
This glimpse above the ether clears my mind,
Infinity integrally woven,
Mind maps swirl and twisting paths unwind.
I’ve always been an awesome fan of sunrise,
Subconscious searches for an answered clue,
They each in snowflake-like uniqueness,
Cast pastel shades and burning, intense hues.
God’s greatness on display, his brush-tip dipping,
Strewn to broadly cast ‘cross land and sea,
A glimm’ring, golden, awesome tint of tincture,
His palette speaks, we listen; some may see.