At 37 Thousand Feet

...It was a day like night
reasons only in her mind
it was only my soul: betrayed and petrified...
A comet burning through my heart...
So much so, space of earthquakes,
winds and hands of time
swirling and lamenting at the shores of this sphere...

The canvas of my memory shedding luminous colours..
leaving nothingness!

...But maybe it was only a dream
maybe it was only a day like this
in every hour of my existence.

Everything calmed: the fire consumed its course...required neither a map nor a border,
pillows of cloud, the winding roads, crevices and glistening rivers...
perforated earth and the modest mountain peaks with their white moustache...

At 37 thousand feet everything seemed obsolete...