Snow mobilling to clouds by the light of the moon,
Feeling safe and warm inside this planes womb.
Soaring like eagles over vast terrain,
No wondering about it, it's all self explained.
With the moon at our tail, a star guides our
trail, Reminds me the "Naves" of old,
How bold it must be, or, how naive of me,
To have ventured by stars the unknown.
It looks bleak ahead, the clouds now are dead,
My vision is blurred by the mist.
With two at the wheel, I kick back my heels,
And write down what goes through my head.
The lights are like dust, some settled, some fuss
'round- about, and some a straight path,
The dark spots are there, I sure hope they're
bare, In case a quick stop is a must!
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