Fly Away Poem by Gerry Legister

On either side of heaven the wind lies,
as the airplane glides over Sinai mountain,
rocks and bare stones reach up into the sky;
leaping above the sandy roads running by,
To a special treat we fly away;
And go down with charm to find many people,
laying where the sun has always laid low,
Around the Red Sea and to the islands below,
we will fly away into sandy dunes.

When the air is clear, and the sky is blue,
a gentle breeze in rusty dusk will appear,
piercing the heat runs through desert like fire,
climb mountains and make the land look dryer,
awaiting camels for hire, quench the thirst with water.
Ships with spices wear head scarves and colors,
fly over the mouth of cryptic waters,
and the silence of weary night fall into cosmos
with darkening shadows.