Outside the airplane

Clouds like ghosts or fairies
Swooping past gracefully

In the distance, another aircraft
Floating merrily through a Godly canvas

And here, aerial snow like bony fingers
A skeletal mass
Remains of the spectre lurking above

Mutating clouds
Their forms as varied
As the expression on the cherub
Seated next to me
Her dimples a thing of magic
Like the painting outside my window.