Air borne, how calm and quiet
My thoughts drifting like a gentle blown kite Crazy quilt terrain below, memories of friends
Clouds seem like a snow as winter ends The tilt of wing tips brush the horizon
Then darkness in a full moon and mist den
...
With a far away thoughtful glance,
I see before me a carpet of fine greenery.
I ponder and gaze in the quiet sunlight,
and see a mural of splendid finery.
...
Oh my charming conscious of serenity,
a fortune without him surely a pity.
The grace and silence of my feline friend
captures a heart and sadness is a-mend.
...
Flight Home
Air borne, how calm and quiet
My thoughts drifting like a gentle blown kite Crazy quilt terrain below, memories of friends
Clouds seem like a snow as winter ends The tilt of wing tips brush the horizon
Then darkness in a full moon and mist den
Most sweet and awesome world and I
Then the earth shows her jewels, I give a sigh The night is ablaze with miniature lights
Down and over are my real and fantasy delights