You were the biggest bird in the sky
I just wanted to decorate your wings
Thirteen years of just beautifying your skin
Thirteen years of carefully sorting colors of the world
to make you our queen of the winds
Do you still carry my parts that struggled for their birth? Do you remember my turbulent nights to give you one?
There is hardly anything now in this new world of mine
As glamorous as you
My style evaporated with you
When I left you for my new poetry.
Now I just roam in my rags
And my poor pen
From airport to airport
Staring at you from a grey window
Wondering if the lights and the covers and the monuments
I carefully curated for you
Are still as sublime
Like only a poet could build.
A rather nostalgic morning thinking about my 13 years in aerospace industry interiors that I left behind earlier this year to be a full time creative.