This is as much as I know:
That flying through the night
Is a wingless dance of
Moments tiny and immense
Wrapped in endless complications
Stained with wine
Sticky with dried coca-cola
The stars are so close
You could scoop them into your carry-on bag and
Smuggle them out of the sky
I flow through this world
Serving hot meals
Refilling wine glasses
Collecting the cast-off discards
Consoling babies
Soothing those electrified with fear
There is everything here
Hope and pain
Wide-eyed awe
Sleeping and waking
Anger and love
These deliciously complex
Tenderly tormented beings
sharing the sky with me tonight
There is death here too
Oh yes
The windswept depths of grief
But also there are angels
Wingbeats and whispered blessings
Carrying us through the night
And into the first golden moments
Of dawn