Pinpricks of white in an indigo sky,
Stars twinkling at us, they’re not at all shy.
A platinum moon shines ethereal light
On towering battlements, black, edged in white.
Cathedrals of Cumulus, silent, imposing,
At eight miles a minute, we’re rapidly closing.
From deep inside, there’s a bright flash of light,
Perhaps it’s the incense that chose to ignite?
Threading the needle between them we go
While back in the cabin, you hardly would know.
A few hours later, the sky pales ahead
And rapidly morphs into deepest blood red.
Below us the ground turns a purplish hue,
And gradually features start coming to view.
Orange, then pink and finally gold,
The sun then ascends, it’s a sight to behold.
Stephen Tomkins
9 February 2015
Pondering Poet Pilot 
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beautiful picture… and ohhh I do love to fly… flying is better than sailing… when you are up there… up the sky all you see are lights, tiny objects… you cannot even see people walking… the same with life… people should always be humble… cause God is greater than the universe and we are just part of His beautiful creation… 🙂
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So true! It’s so easy to get caught up in the unimportant. Flying helps put things into perspective.
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