Angel's Twenty

Soaring over soft seas,
The sun winks teasingly
From behind cotton clouds
The air is icy; the sky is deep;
The stars shimmer brightly like miniature cities.
Above the world, it is silent.
Gliding through the silky sky, as if in a dream.
Here, the colors show their brightest;
Ribbons of pink and gold lead the way to
That endless horizon.

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Engines roar onward;
The lights blink furiously around
The chill of the night has passed;
The scent of leather and fuel remains.
Through the dirty glass, the pilot stares.
He hopes to catch that horizon yet.
The radar is angry now; he holds her steady.
He talks to her gently to stay on course.
Ahead his eye catches the glinting of silver.
His heart leaps to a pound.
But he keeps her steady as the
Silver flashes again and again.
Ready and waiting, the pilot glides on
At Angel’s Twenty.