"The Rhyme or an Ancient
Welkiner"
(The Memories of an Old
Pilot)
On long and slender wings,
I have soared in silent
splendor.
I have gained the freedom of the
winds.
Avalon and Eldorado; I have been
there.
I rode the ridge and thermals;
Climbed the wave above the lens;
It was there I met the condor,
And the hawk and I were friends.
Climbing clouds that lead to
heaven;
Chasing rainbows of my own;
Where the weak will never wander
I have faced my fears alone.
Over mountains still uncharted,
Made of gossamer and stone.
Up the rift and down the canyon;
Through the caverns I have
flown.
And I have raced the eagle
To a place beyond the light.
Riding daggered wings of silver,
Streaking hard across the night,
Through a panoramic vision
In a cinematic show,
With a million stars above me
And ten thousand lights below.
On the promise of tomorrow;
In the rapture of the heights;
I have had a taste of glory.
I have seen the northern lights.
I have pitied earthbound
creatures
Who will never understand,
The vastness of this universe;
The finiteness of man.
Turning east to meet the morning
At the moment of its birth,
I have seen a new day dawning
From the dark side of the earth;
Bringing hope and new beginnings
To a world in disarray.
In a silent flame of glory,
Yesterday has burned away.
Over mighty mountain ranges,
'Cross the deserts and the
plains,
With the eagle and the hawk,
I have conquered vast domains.
Together we have flown as one,
And shared the golden fleece.
The quilt of all
creation,
And the crucible of peace.
In a place that has no borders,
Where the soul and mind are
free,
I viewed the vault of
heaven
As I sailed the Hyaline
Sea.
Where the sky is not a
limit,
I found eternal Spring.
In silent exultation
I have made the welkin ring.
"The Rhyme Of The Ancient
Welkiner", was written by Wilson Brown on 11/2/1985 and may not be copied
for public or commercial use without the express written permission of Wilson
Brown.
welkiner@roadrunner.com