a sweeping glide into the cloud
and then above
no canopy
no need for shelter
a shimmering of a golden sun
sweet vapours in the haze of a silhouetted mountain
we move with speed we cannot fathom
and all the green of life rises
and we are never cold
and never left in wanting
a staggering continent of birds in flight
sings 'come to life
oh please, come to life'

so again,
with weary eyes and shaking hands
I reach for light
everything will be clean again
everything will be alright
there is hope,
there must be hope
if there is life