Till Tomorrow

I’ll be thinking of early morning trips,
when the sky’s still sleeping.
I’ll be thinking of the friction of wheels
against tarred runways.
I’ll be thinking of the grey clouds
gobbling up green and blue.
I’ll be thinking of birds and rainbows,
playing tag in the sky.
I’ll be thinking of old memories,
packed away in suitcases.
I’ll be thinking of houses and homes,
of sunshine and sunsets.
I’ll be climbing down the stairs,
letting the wind blow in my face.