On Wings of Silver

It is dawn, or very nearly so

And from outside my tiny window

I can see the far horizon’s rosy glow

A coral shade that’s only barely there

Beneath the faded blue of everywhere

And still old Luna, she’s stays up, and fair

At forty thousand feet, we’re flying up above

A planet far below, the third rock that I love

And as always, I am travelling with a peace dove

Nestled deep, well-hidden within my heart

A symbolic bird of hope, as real to me as any part

Helps me to stay a course I’ll try never to depart

Hours later, sleep-fed, and many miles gone too

I know that soon I’ll land and then I’ll be with you

Luna is pale but winks at me, even she bids me, adieu