Balance

Blue specks all around

Coldness fills the space above

Air crisp and tranquil

Shades of warm and even

Surround my decrepit float

Dancing and praying

Old and new live life

Safe from distraught and despair

Playing cheerfully 

Nothing fills the brain

Time goes on until death

Love is an old thought

The silent old plane

Full of new experience

Ends as dusk enters

Author's Note

Ending might not fit, but tell me what you think

Reviews

[Relic]

In a way, it is scattered thoughts which would mane sense since the speaker's mind is probably jumping from thought to thought cancelling everything out from space to space. War is hell as they say and leaves one contemplating with more detail than usual. I thought this was good. The ending could mean a crash or just another batch of men leaving.

[Relic]

Or I could be completely wrong. hahaha