Take off smoothly compared
To the unsettling emotions that fly at altitude;
Of what it means and what they meant,
The one who inspired a heart to such heights.
This plane will never land
In those flowing fields but it will find
A soft landing in a country that cares
Without visas and welcomes
With long runways, open gates.
Residue still obscures
The mind’s view in finding a way
To clean up feelings that were never to arrive alive.
As hazy as the windows are I yet look
Through hoping that this plane will land
Where its passenger will be received.
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