I wish I were flying by night through clouds

There was once a girl
who held her breath underwater
for so long she grew gills

She opened her eyes and breathed free
before she dove away into the depths
and all I saw was a shimmer

But as a boy I would look above
At the mountains drifting past in communion
While the waves above rippled and silver
they shimmered
in the Sun

As now I look through the dark
at the moon in its shimmer
and I wonder if waves still pass above
and I wonder how long must I stand here
holding my breath