Chasing the Sun

This is a poem I wrote while flying during in a sunset. It’s my attempt to express my amazing experience.

 

Chasing The Sun

Traveling along a snowy ground

That floats between the sky,

I find myself without a sound

Or breath enough to sigh.

 

I chase the sun that runs away,

While her hues still remain

Stretched across the cloud covered way

‘Till the moon bids their wane.

 

Oh, how I long to catch her so;

To bring a halt to night.

Though this I want I do not know

How to make end my plight

 

So I travel still, so helpless;

A prisoner in my chair.

I ask is there one who’s done this

While he floats in the air?