Eternal Flight
By Terry Bird (k2bird@yahoo.com)

  
                I dreamed of air 
                around me so still, 
                I dreamed of being aloft 
                over the mountains' chill. 
                 
                To think, then to go 
                and do as I please, 
                to spend all my time dancing  
                with Celestial breeze. 
                 
                The dream of flight  
                will always live on 
                in the hearts of those 
                who dare to dream of above ... 
                and beyond. 
                 
                If our birth is but a sleep 
                and a forgetting, 
                let me wake each day to find 
                anew, my beginning. 
                 
                Then, on that day when I make 
                my final flight, 
                let me find new wings 
                that I may soar 
                toward that loving light. 
                 
                Far above the mountains chill, 
                above the earthly droan, 
                Let me find that I have landed 
                at the feet of 
                the Saviors' throne.

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