Climb and touch the blue canvas
Gaze upon a horizon which bleeds amber at sunset.

Darkened clouds grow and linger.
Do they bring joy or disappointment?

The air, at times calm, at others restless.

The hollowness of the evening sky
slowly blindfolds the eyes.

The moon and stars surround you
in the quiet embrace of night

Faster, faster, don’t slow down.
These souls have places to travel.

Beneath your wings, the sleeping world slips by.
Each passing mile brings a hundred stories closer to what awaits.

When the terra climbs beneath you,
that’s the journey’s end.

Soon you’ll sleep and wonder,
dreaming of clouds that passed you by.

A pilot belongs at heavens floor where the blue canvas
holds journeys yet untold.