Far away, a glimmer of light just barely breaks through the vast darkness which surrounds my flying hunk of metal.  I imagine that I am falling through the blackness below, or maybe soaring through the one above.  If this eight hundred thousand pound machine can do it, why shouldn't I?  
The perfect, twinkling stars above are mimicked by the harsh yellow street lamps below, as if man admired the stars so greatly that, with youthful clumsiness, he attempted to recreate them, his hands clammy and unskilled compared to the divine and perfect ones of nature.

I passed by Death with a gracious smile
And held my breath for a little while
In my rearview mirror that night
I could see him watching me go

In the young, quiet hours of the morning
With soft, grey light adorning
I drifted on the smoothed terrain
That Life would have me know

I know not what will come at dusk
The winter haze, the sweet summer musk
But neither will lighten the bearing of both
Which weighs my eyelids low

There was something primal about his beauty,
something overwhelmingly human
about his charm.
His white-ringed eyes
could trigger within me and animalistic emotion
I didn't even know I had.
His existence baffled me,
yet simultaneously comforted me
in a way I couldn't quite understand.
All I knew was that I wanted him
I wanted him to understand me,
to touch me
to love me
I wanted his strong hands to trickle over my skin like water
or to hold me like stone.

I wish I could capture
every moment of you
every shiver of your voice
every stroke of your fingers
every word of your lips
I wish I could memorize
the warmth of your chest
against my cheek
and the way you fiddled
with my dress sleeve
while you spoke

My body can remain so still, alive only in breath, yet my soul swims, drowns, in a sea of troubles.

I am the stars, my beauty recognized only postmortem.
I am the earth, rejected and scarred by those to whom I have given so much.
I am the ocean’s waves, pushed and pushed until I break.

I am the wind, I will never be still.

"I see you," says the mirror.

"I'll show you," says the window.

"I'll take you, says the door.

You wouldn't lie to me, would you?