Cocooned in my smooth aeroplane world,
Your headlights glide  with peculiar steadiness,
The jewelled lights wink on and off,
In the treasure chest which is the city at night, from above

And I follow your smooth progress
Along the road past the gas station
And imagine that in your mind
Everything is familiar.

Each well-known land-mark
Passes without impact
As you bump along the road
Towards the destination you know and I do not

And the names and places pass well worn associations through your mind,
Which you see without the need for daylight
And you will never see me,
Hovering above, watching you from a different world.