Zena

I want to be free, says my lover from on high, between you and the sea, no fire or blue reason, looking out she sees the sky, her e cigarette treated, like a wing on the lee, a horizon that's bright, she thinks she's a celebrity, the wind is all seeing, kind but cold cabin light, she has hopes of eternity, it won't stand scrutiny, in places she thinks she's right, a short step to eternity, but can't you please see, on these long flights, bags shifted for harmony, weigh heavy at night.