Air borne, how calm and quiet br My thoughts drifting like a gentle blown kite Crazy quilt terrain below, memories of friends br Clouds seem like a snow as winter ends The tilt of wing tips brush the horizon br Then darkness in a full moon and mist den br Most sweet and awesome world and I br Then the earth shows her jewels, I give a sigh The night is ablaze with miniature lights br Down and over are my real and fantasy delightsbr br Dorothy Irene Hillyerbr br