I blew through the atmosphere,
My hair a blue-green (cold) fire
I circled then,
face scrunched, kneck twisted
Yearning.
My wings impervious to these (non) elements
A new test for a new age -
I rode the solar currents electric
A step closer to my organic maker
Looking "up" no longer ~
God was all about me now
I reached out -
sailing to an ever-present vast horizon
The ocean clear, thick clouds over a new land
When the tears came,
it was not for the beauty of my vision -
but for my return -
pulled back again before my time.
