Asleep In This Weightless Cradle

Asleep in this weightless cradle,
I dreamt of wolves and angels.
A thousand miles of sky couldn’t
keep me from you,
couldn’t keep parabolas of fire
from sloughing off my wings:
Holocaust dander to kiss your
lonely mountain.
I’ll leave your love letters drifting:
Orbital effluvia
for all the world to read.