All this talk about night flying reminds me of a poem I wrote a couple
of years ago after a rather impressive night flight back home in the
Tripacer. In case you're wondering, the small magic box was my GPS.
Those of you that have considerable night flight time should recognize
some of the things observed. I hope you enjoy it. If you should share
it by passing it along, please include the copyright info. If it comes out
jumbled and unreadable on your e-mail, I can send you a personal copy
as an attachment.
Thanks and enjoy........
Larry Flesner
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NIGHT FLIGHT
On a cool winter evening the sun pauses on the horizon,
It's duties of the day are done.
It will soon disappear and the world will be hidden in the black of night.
The creatures of the day will have their rest and slumber.
My man-made wings lift me into a disappearing sky
as darkness swallows up the earth below.
A world of lights appear, illuminating paths for those
unwilling to surrender to the powers of the night.
I see trails that tiny creatures use to travel from place to place,
ant-like in their lighted chariots.
Trails that weave like ribbons dropped carelessly from a package to
the floor below.
I sense the presence of Gods, unseen, finding humor in their efforts.
A tiny symbol moves slowly across the screen of the
small magic box placed conveniently at my finger tips.
It records my journey through the darkness, to the destination
of my choosing, giving me direction across the featureless landscape.
Lights, everywhere there are lights, confusing my senses.
I feel as though I'm floating through the Milky Way.
The constant motion of the tiny symbol is my only
evidence of reality.
The greatest beauties in life are too often enjoyed in solitude.
My wish, to capture this moment and share it with the world, denied.
I can only later speak, as a prophet with a vision, telling others
of the beauty that I saw.
The magic box, unhindered by the darkness, counts down the time
I have remaining in this bird-like state.
I guide my magic carpet on a slow decent through the darkness,
merging time and place into a known reality.
Then, once again, I'm bound in the microscopic world
of fences and stop signs and
I can only wonder if other earth bound souls were with me,
in their own solitude, enjoying the beauty of the night.
copyright 2/14/2002 Larry Flesner
