skies and highs.

planes on clouds;
i stare envious like children.
i want to fly.away
to scotland or someplace.
could you would you take me?
sky lights on lonesome nights
like tonight do harm to
lonesome souls like mine.
im delicate like china.
like glass.like her face.
oh to grow wings
and soar to her like
these planes that pass pass pass
these stars.