Way Up There Poem by Nellie Isabelle Steward Cooper

Could you fly up there
In the empty air
Nothing but air
Everywhere - free to get lost
Free to NOT BE-
Not be as a bee

Free of all - free to fall?

I thought of the zillion
and one points of the law
boiled down to two

You love and I love
And nothing more to do

And away we fly
In the high sky

In the empty air

No one's there - so rare, so rare
Is the empty air

Majestic machines they live there
in the empty air
Or birds carelessly dipping wings

Those things

Flying so high - so high - so high in the empty sky - empty sky...