I peer below through painted clouds
by J.P. LadyHawk Freeman
As the world slides 'neath my gaze.
And rolling over see fields of stars
Undimmed by smoke or haze.
Never before have I heard non-sound
(I've switched my radio off).
At last I'm alone in my silent waltz
"Cross Heavens treading soft.
I think not of the orbits left
Or time I may remain.
Only of Blue below and Black "beyond"
Where all will never change.
And I cry inside at my final loss
As the retros start to roar.
For I'm going home to Earth below
To sail here-nevermore.