Morning wings
brush mine,
I wake to a
pale moon
in blue.
She sinks
westward
while we soar,
arise.
Sunlight rests
in Apple branches,
full of white
perfume.
Could I rest
there too?
I climb and touch
the sky.
The eastward
moon rises,
I close my eyes.
Paling,
I sink
I no longer
touch the ground.
I leave the Earth
for the Sky.