The airway.

From on the bedroom floor, I watch you sailing far above the seashore. Above the avenue, I search among the clouds trying to see you. But you are just a blur in the sky when you parachute over the harbor. I can see you above with the ocean around me. If I could only stay overhead in the airway. You sail through endless sky with the evening around you. Suspended in the air, I wish your silhouette would always stay there.