Cotton trails ribboned across the sky
Wings ablaze and flying high
Shiny plane visiting faraway land
Skimming and showering with dusty sand
White traces that float around the cloud
Scribbled forms that draw a message out loud
Noughts and crosses we could play in square patterns
Do those jets really travel as far as Saturn
I wish I had a ticket to fly away too
I would ask the pilot to write in the sky for you
A note telling you the world you mean to me
Much more than I suspect you might see