meganbednarz

Sunlight glinting off the metal spars, Sharply defined shadows and bright skies reflect. I add another horizon to the day, echoing the world's edge with mine. Infinitesimal moments spin by, timed with precision. I hear the silence of sunlight and thin, cold air, Interrupted intermittently by sparks of chatter in the overlaid radio sea. Breeze rushes by like streamers from the wings, invisibly curling behind, The sound of the engine thrumming along, the heartbeat and breath of the machine. I feel the sun on my hands, as I manipulate the real to match the digital display. Space in mind and time align, I visualize my position and correct. I se

The fulminations of many days' dashed darings Descend on me like vultures in the silence of my mind The culmination of my misdirected wanderings, Bestows on me direction and initiative for flight. And in these dying hours a hope is kindled, For from these dampened ashes a fire will rise. The vision of a dawn more brilliant than any other, The dark horizon gleams in weary eyes.