Clouded thoughts

29/10/2021
Clouded thoughts

Drifting through the clouds tonight.
Like we are gliding through fluffy marshmallows of white.
The sun setting in the distance,
Showing signs of the waning light.
From out of nowhere,
Daytime turns to night. 
As our plane climbs higher,
The earth soon becomes out of sight.
Just us between sheets of clouds.
The moon now being the only thing,
Guiding our flight.
As everyone knows it’s a fable,
To follow that northern night star,
So bright.
I’ve tried it before.
Got myself lost.
And ended up at a random caravan site....

2 flight paths we had to take.
Faro to Lisbon,
Then on to Heathrow.
Both of them were turbulent flights.
The last leg back to England,
Literally had us,
Inside and out,
Going too.
Going fro.
How those pilots guided us through that harsh rainy storm,
Only they will ever know.
It didn’t distort our image,
From out of our small cabin window.
Of all the fluffy clouds,
Like a massive monstrous,
Never ending,
stretchy pillow!
They look like you could walk upon them,
Curving around the beneath sphere.
 If I did take just one footstep though,
I’d be stupid,
As a deathly fall,
 is all that will follow. 
It is strange to be honest?
There’s density to them.
Immensity too.
No matter whether high or low,
 Just because of the water they hold,
They’re termed as being hollow!?!?
I love it as we get more enveloped,
The more of the atmosphere we swallow.
I find it so relaxing and it makes me wonder,
What it would feel like,
 In a space bound Apollo!
Where to fly to next?
When will my next portal open up? 
My gateway to a completely different land.
What about Sao Paulo?
Or any land that holds the bold and great,
Water Buffalo!
When flying round the earth,
Any idea is easy,
Just fly high,
Not too low.
You’ll then generally be quicker 
Anywhere you go.
I love visiting different cultures and countries.
I massively loved Portugal,
And want to settle my roots there,
To flourish,
To grow.
The only problem with that is,
I can only ever plan in the present,
As day to day,
Whatever joker card I have,
The pack chooses which one to show.
I prefer it like that .
I mean in the sense that every corner’s more of an adventure.
Everyday Is a new one.
Everyday is a new venture.

So as we glide through the clouds tonight,
As turbulent as it is,
I’ve still marvelled at some magnificent sights.
Every night we saw the Atlantic moon and stars so bright.
Every second spent remembering as we fly,
Our memories,
 full of pure delight.
Now to get home in time for Halloween.
A night for scares and also fright!
As we down wheels and put an end,
To our home trip flight!