Above the Water

Traveling high above the water;
The misty air in the morning
Bathes the world in hazy fog,
The deep and melancholy mourning
Of the loon, above the waves, clinging
Hopefully to the hesitant
Sunrise; its approach bringing
A gilt to the mountains in the distance,
Stone and solemn, and color
Of deep and infinite persistence;
Purple majesty.
And the sky,
A tapestry of subtle hues;
Of reds and lavenders and blues –
It paints the water above which
We fly.