Up in the air, so far away I dwell in the belly of the iron bird who shows me the home of the man they call the man upstairs. Stripped of control, gravity and ground, adorned with science, heavens and sound. All the riches are yours to take, as pockets of sky are mine for the day. Even the sun stepped into view, If I could stay, I swear I would. But return I must, it is certain, this heavenly play is about to draw it's curtain signalling the end of my date with Virgin. #poetryinmotion #Poem #wordporn #virginatlantic #flight #ThisKoleObasa (at Mediterranean Sea)













