by Tom Duda09 Jan 2021
Fly wondrous beast up through the clouds. With a golden haired beauty upon your back. Sparkling black laced gown waving as she is to say, “I am the queen of the Mighty Flight.” Faster and higher up into the stars, smaller and smaller the silhouette grows. Only but a dot on this star filled night, forever to guide us in our celestial dreams. As we look up, so big do we seem. As they look down, but a dot we are.