(what a beautiful image; brings back memories of five years flying helicopters over the Pacific Ocean, and being constantly amazed at the sheer size & awe & timelessness & strange peace where Man is still a small, borderline insignificant, intrusive distraction)
My refuge is a sunlit sky Above an ocean, where I fly Alone and musing, slapping blades, A thoughtful place where glory fades Horizons far that seem to call Like peering down a marble hall Ten thousand gleams of broken light And waves that march right out of sight.
(what a beautiful image; brings back memories of five years flying helicopters over the Pacific Ocean, and being constantly amazed at the sheer size & awe & timelessness & strange peace where Man is still a small, borderline insignificant, intrusive distraction)
My refuge is a sunlit sky Above an ocean, where I fly Alone and musing, slapping blades, A thoughtful place where glory fades Horizons far that seem to call Like peering down a marble hall Ten thousand gleams of broken light And waves that march right out of sight.
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ReplyDelete(what a beautiful image; brings back memories of five years flying helicopters over the Pacific Ocean, and being constantly amazed at the sheer size & awe & timelessness & strange peace where Man is still a small, borderline insignificant, intrusive distraction)
ReplyDeleteMy refuge is a sunlit sky
Above an ocean, where I fly
Alone and musing, slapping blades,
A thoughtful place where glory fades
Horizons far that seem to call
Like peering down a marble hall
Ten thousand gleams of broken light
And waves that march right out of sight.
(what a beautiful image; brings back memories of five years flying helicopters over the Pacific Ocean, and being constantly amazed at the sheer size & awe & timelessness & strange peace where Man is still a small, borderline insignificant, intrusive distraction)
ReplyDeleteMy refuge is a sunlit sky
Above an ocean, where I fly
Alone and musing, slapping blades,
A thoughtful place where glory fades
Horizons far that seem to call
Like peering down a marble hall
Ten thousand gleams of broken light
And waves that march right out of sight.