Stillness falling through the air

Clouds are drifting, unaware

Midnight hum inside my chest

Nowhere near and no request

Floating above the city lights

Drifting slow, no need for flight

Clouds like cotton wrap me tight

Breathing in this endless night

In a holding pattern now

Waiting out the why and how

In a holding pattern still

Moving soft against my will

No direction, just the glow

A quiet loop, I let it go

Skies don’t speak, but somehow know

It’s enough to feel it slow

In a holding pattern now

Waiting out the why and how

In a holding pattern still

Moving soft against my will

Radio static fills the space

Echoes lost in time and place

Circling stars I’ll never chase

Not in flight, just in grace

In a holding pattern now

Waiting out the why and how

In a holding pattern still

Moving soft against my will

Whispers float and disappear

I am here, but barely here

In the sky without a name

Always close but not the same