High Courtship

Let’s fly out this door
Into the bright air,
We’ll enter the clouds
From their silver edge.

If we want, we can follow the river
Downstream with its flow
Or fly against current
Escaping unharmed.

Then perhaps
We’ll rest in mid air
And with the bracing breeze
We will fill our lungs.

We’ll only seize the day
And see ourselves
On the ocean’s surface,
Dining around the stars.

Then finally,
Hand grappling
We’ll spin together earthwards
And never meet the ground.