pilots

A child looks up to a beckoning sky,
dreaming a dream of one day to fly
The child grows up to live in the dream
Aviators and sky, an inseparable team
They touch the clouds of white and of grey
...They see from on high the breaking of day
They see from above mountain, desert and sea
and know in the blue the meaning of free
Some may grow old with their soul in the air
Some may be called too soon to be fair
Those gifted with wings, who from this life move on,
have already seen heaven before they have gone....