Non Stop Flights

Eyes seeing runways among the cubicles,
mind in the sky
riding on the back of a Phoenix,
on a glide to ever
in the cloud bank of fantasia’s air.

Catching creativity’s zephyr wind
aloft the heart soars so serenely,
while sitting in cockpit
of youth’s jet plane,
when flying never required any airport
just the believe in the impossible.

But the brain of dreamer
is always on a non stop flight,
refusing to succumb
to doubt’s gravity,
finding peace from eagle visions,
never giving up on a chance to soar.

Tickets purchased on passion’s airline,
always going first class,
horizons reveal golden sunrises
where tomorrow will be reached,
touching down on tranquility’s landing strip,
all while sitting in a chair
owned by the control tower
whose radio you never accept for directions,
because only the compass inside
points towards your own true North.