Open the window as the plane tilts
Skyward you will find a quartz concerto
Mixed with rays of sunlight
To the east lies it’s end
To the west, it is still a mystery
A soft whisper of a secret horizon.
Blood red skies show the life beneath
The land of Old Man Khayyam speaks true even now
Even if what was permitted then
Is not so now, why worry?
I will drink in this sunlight
And swim in the lands oceanic clouds.
The rising sun, lifted by desert sands
And the colours that drift along with it
Even upward, where no light is seen
The dawn is what welcomes it
Where light kisses dark
And the sun gently rises.