Theme: The Poem Process - Draft 2

Draft 2 - the fog clears a little, but where is it going ? 

How are the space elevator and the barrage balloon emerging as images, and of what?

How dark is the night ?

In the shadow of the Earth

I am on geostation

Tethered to my little box of warmth

Floating above in a cold sky.

My cable is my lifeline

My carbon fibre beanstalk 

Climbs up to the giants 

Brooding in the clouds.

I am held in the angels' path

The wind of lights

The curtains of the north

At the pause of gravity

I become a flourish of Nature

A moment's momentum

A sequence of sequins

Sewn to the globe with gossamer thread

How dark is the night ?