Air borne, how calm and quiet <br />My thoughts drifting like a gentle blown kite Crazy quilt terrain below, memories of friends <br />Clouds seem like a snow as winter ends The tilt of wing tips brush the horizon <br />Then darkness in a full moon and mist den <br />Most sweet and awesome world and I <br />Then the earth shows her jewels, I give a sigh The night is ablaze with miniature lights <br />Down and over are my real and fantasy delights<br /><br />Dorothy Irene Hillyer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/flight-home/
