Up in the air

Up in the air with the clouds,

soon she'll be back on the ground.

With her morning elegance she wears.

She pours a daydream in a cup for breakfast

with a spoon of sugar for a sweet start.

No one likes to take a test,

sometimes we know more is less.

Weight pushing against her unlocked door,

stranded in a fog of words and thoughts.

On her head the space divides,

gulf stream through the open door.

Fly away.

Fly away to what you want to make.

The door whispered.

The truth still stays

and the new hopes begin.