Saturday, June 5, 2010

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

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