Aeroplane Poem by Simon Jackson

Here I sit and stare to yonder, wandering
into states of wonder and disbelief.
Tracing paths of tinkerbells in the sky
at night seeking the path laid out in light.

Whats this I see? Lights illuminating
filling the unknown with my destiny.
A beacon from the heavens, it is not,
but a mere ferry of the sky aloft.

My eyes be fooled once again by yonder
and it's wonderful nothing that presents
amongst the the towers that too hold dreamers
searching in the dark for answers unknown.

The paths we seek are not spelled out in space
but in the mystery of time and faith.