Flighting Feelings of desert dreams
She took me by the hand
Said it’s time to fly
I was afraid to go
But a force pushed me forward
I looked into her eyes
Where all the clouds danced
I knew that I had to go
I got into the Cessna
Looked mysteriously about the cockpit
She removed the control wheel lock the ignition was off, master switch was on, flaps all the way down, master switch was off, and fuel shutoff valve was on.
I looked at the right wing. I looked at the flaps; she removed the tie-down to the wings.
I started the engine. Open the throttle and she yelled “clear” out the window; she looks at me and says “now you're ready to go”.
I knew in my bones how it felt to fly
Before my dream climbed to the sky
As if I were a bird before
I had no fear I was suddenly calm
I sailed the wind, rushing by my ears
Tiny people below me, passing like ants,
Chattering birds we glide with ease,
Streaking white clouds with polished smooth edges,
Auburn and Sienna colors of the Arizona dessert
Mirages of elegance,
A gentle breeze, weaving through my hair,
My eye lids pulling back as I begin to climb to heaven
Noisy engine, blends into the silence of my solitude
Queasy flip-flopping in my stomach as I spin in loops and circles,
The wind gently brushing at my face,
Watching my shadow skim over the sand
Dazzling rays of sunlight guiding me through the vast, open sky.
my friend at my side whom I’ve never met
Yet something so familiar
We now flew as a flock together soon to land
Dipping low into the market place I knew she was here to tell me something
We landed and I saw the key
We passed to her so long ago
Her link to us I felt
How did she know?
To love a man who lives in the clouds
Never be afraid to fly
He will guide you
And I will watch you from behind
Guide you where to go
Give you more throttle
If you go too slow
I will always be here
