Designer Airplane Graveyard
Designer Airplane Graveyard
Designer airplane crash, the burn carves through this airtight winter chill,
Kite flyers motionless and unfaltering in their demand of youth.
Take-offs from flat surfaces gain acceptance upon recognition of innocence.
A cemetary decorated with wings cater as a parting way for stars and sapphires,
Black holes become dilated pupils when the monoplane exhales blue skies,
Gravitys hands are heavy.
Their is a home among the celestial beings despite their early departure.
The airplane graveyard sits atop to a coffin fit for a child,
Flying their kites in a desert wind dreaming of take-offs from flat surfaces.
Voyage ends and voyuerism is all that remains,
Critics and captains both stare with tilted frowns,
a faint whisper heard from firstclass resembles that of a child,
smiling and hopeful,
the designer airplane filled with children has crashed and left nothing but this graveyard.