Little Light
Little Light
Little light on the wing
flying through the night
you fly away to places far
and then come back again
Great metal bird above the dawn
engines blow through thickened clouds
beneath long wings a few feet wide
that stretch through space both wide and vast
to very tips
And you.
In day on earth none notice you,
way out upon the end,
except perhaps a curious child
or member of ground crew
But in dark freezing heights
where steel holds in the breath
within your depths a blazing light
shines across the miles.
It carries your purpose.
For you define the end of things,
between what is and what is not,
and through all dark obscurity,
you signal :
We are here.