In A Airway Bus (Faraway) Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Come and bring your wings free
For love is to reach to the sky
Be everything you wanted to be
The purpose is to go far and high

Don't let the earth hold you back
For your spirit's for ever more
Love is the wheel with each track
Destiny attainment to the shore

Moons and the suns in Space Ocean
Unknown to men and their tides
Flowing in the distance erosion
Each hope the spring up and glides

Broken are changes of each rationale
Out there is something that calls
Come through each tributary canal
Watery like a point in time falls

Get higher to the future not faraway
Each has their branches to give
Meet every hour with a new day
Show what the reasons are to live

Rise tomorrow always gets through
Sun and the moon in all of us are
Let your wings become here true
Furnish your dream of a twinkle star

Don't let the earth hold you back
For your spirit is for ever more
Love is the wheel with each track
Destiny attainment to the shore

Always the windows will open
To every answer and every part
You are the ways in dreams hopin'
Where every road leads or starts

Nothing is new-fangled in this old
Dust on the road burst in the twist
Let never tangling roots you hold
Bring in the conduct of your thirst

Shall we've time to name each moon?
In this vast spiraling milky way
What is a word in a glinting dune?
What’ll a manmade thought to it say?

Nothing is there that seems to be
Every small motion unknown to us
On the wings on a jet outward to thee
Into unknown space in a airway bus...

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Translated by R.P.