From Old Earth to Infinite Ether
by Donald Standeford From cushion to cushion of air, at the mercy of a course plotted out By experts or fools manipulated By hundreds of gauges, feeling giddy At 20,000 feet the ears pop Far above the white Cloud horizon where the sun peaks Warmth reflecting on the windows Vibrating from the engine's painful Whine; the shadowy holes, portholes To the city I have left behind. But now it's the bumpy trail of Ether Through which many have fought And died, Glorious horizon! Cloud islands, Swirling gray rivers resting upon white Here, daunted, dainty cotton swabs, Smooth satin sheets slide to horizon Like infinite sheep, and there Dimpled moguls on white desert sands Oh! To master perpetual motion, Forget about all the history's been made On the mainland, to joyfully play On this endless white of angel's wings; Even at night the winged ship flies, Threads itself through horizon's eye Let no untruth keep us from our task, Or deviate us from our destiny From all that is evil to all that is good. Don V Standeford http://www.donstandeford.com Article Source: http://www.faithwriters.com |
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