Starlight Aviation

the following is part of a series of poem/short psychological based tales I've written,someday hopefully to be part of a photo essay. please read and tell me what u think.

Will stars ever shine in the broken Eden again?
I saw a jet fly by. It left marks that wounded the sky.
The great yonder opened above and tried to swallow us.
I’ve never seen anything that causes such a gloomy gus.
Safe in a cabin, out of harm’s way.
Not knowing if we’ll live to see another day.

The chocolates you make sure are sweet.
But the only promising things are the memories I keep.
I saw you again the other day, talking to yourself in the same peculiar way.
It made me think back to the days of old. You seemed to be nothing but the purest gold.
Now hanging yourself on a crucifix. Burying yourself in misery is your idea of rest.

We step outside to see the destruction. The ceiling of the Earth had cracked open.
God is dead but we can create a world with our own imagination.
Releasing my despair, we soar above the trees in starlight aviation.