the roof of clouds

Time moves slower

when you're sailing over a roof of clouds

The lights from the city down below

stretch boundless and shimmer up to the clouds

Making them glow in that iridescent way they do

Eventually you sail higher

and are left with nothing but the dark earth

You can count the stars as they twinkle

and there is only the dark night transmuting into blue

and that fiery stripe of red

That burns at the edge of chaos

Irresistibly ushering in the dawn

And, through it all

across the horizon

There is a small twinkle

A steady beam

that is suddenly obscured by the wing

and it says:

This is a message from God

or some other lesser deity

and that there is hope