Pulled upwards, pulled higher
Reaching the limits, the edge of heaven
Tow rope released, cut from the wire
Finger the controls, my touch soft
Circling through the sky, wingtips level.

Cruising through the thermals, causing me to lift
Twist and turn, push on through
Catch the next pocket, the energy not missed
Eyes open, heart open, mind open, absorbing the view.

Pocket empty, nose dips but focus steady
Body buffeted, head dizzy, my resolve steady
Calm and collected, my patience steady
Aim true, I’m soaring. I’m ready.

Soar over fields of gold
Soar over seas, the deepest blue
Soar forever til I’m grey and old
Soar til I land softly, right next to you.


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