Flight of the Dawn
I can see my reflection
The dark window pane casts a ghost like shadow of me
I sit face pressed against the cold glass
watching the country pass away behind
miles of sky spread out ahead
way out over the fields
over the sleeping herd
whose bells can be heard even here
a soft feather of dawn appeared
and gradually the whole wing extends
in vibrant shades of golden yellow
and lush pink plumes cascade towards me
apon the clouds rides the sun on golden waves of dawn
I can see my reflection
The dark window pane casts a ghost like shadow of me
Riding the chariot of the sun
I sit face pressed against the cold glass
Watching the country come alive
Miles of sky spread out ahead
Way out over the fields
I look down apon the land
And sigh