At times the thermals drove me high
At times I nearly left the sky
As downdrafts plunged me close to earth
As gulls and petrels screamed in mirth
Yet here I am, near journey’s end
Just counting down the days I spend
In searching for the sea
Surrounded by spare arctic birds
Who sang of flight with magic words
We followed moonlight’s frantic race
To the far edge of deepest space
We crossed the galaxy below
The stars as bright as new blown snow
And laughed in sheer delight
We found the universe’s edge
And flew above the windblown ledge
That gazed upon the vasty deep
Where all the fallen heroes sleep
Forgiven, and are now unsinned
Then slowly turned into the wind
And headed home