Free Wonderer II
In love and honour he graced the sky
through clouds of white which, like a stream
dazzling and bright, shone silver
Life and love, free and true.
High over mountain he flew
free from the surly bonds of earth
Gliding on gust like the eagle
effortless, and instinct
For days and years he spent at the cockpit
and in the breifing room to learn his craft
sifting through manuals and charts
for as long as time itself it seemed
But somehow, all of that did not matter,
or was, perhaps, even grantedly enjoyable
the limit of procedure, capping the enormity of everything
a neccecity not only of safety
but also of the soul.
For the granduer and freedom pulled at his innermost being
and for a moment, just like the eagle
instinct took over, and overwhealmed thought
with magesty and vastness.