There is A Plane Missing on Our Sky

There is a plane missing in our sky
We are not seeing it, everything we try
One hopes the end of this search is nigh
We keep searching, even in tides so high

There is a plane missing in our sky
Hundreds of souls gone, yonder than we can spy
A couple returning to Beijing
after an invigorating beach get away
headed home to their little two sons
A construction worker making his trip home
the first time after an year of longing
A whole clan of Chinese calligraphers
the most esteemed of them all
gone missing with all the wealth of their art.

There is a plane missing in our sky
Leaving questions piled on our minds
And sorrows untold, boiling in some hearts
An American girlfriend holds a white rose
she takes a wistful sniff and holds
the green stem closer to her dark blouse.
"may be, he is alive," she says
"may be, he is dead,"
yes may be
for who will help her reconcile
these thousand, thousand doubts within.
A daughter tweets her dad
wondering if he will make it home in time
to relish his favourite Liverpool
mauling Man City.

There is a plane lost in our sky
There are no clues, no debris to still our vexed nerves
The skies are silent; the oceans spit junk at us
Another day passes
And there, the strength to command miracles fizzles out.
Perhaps a prayer; another minute of holding on
Is all there is to do now