I want to circle your mountain's passage
Which had greeted many men without any baggage
Then I will lower down my own mighty ship
As I prepare to land upon your readied landing strip.
You will direct me in as I begin to land
You will take over my controls in your loving hand
Then will come the ecstasy of the landing and boarding
As I gaze upon your mountains from pleasures rewarding.
Though no one ever will know who you truly are
As I will keep that mystery locked away in my brains reservoir,
Pluck out my eyes and my ears and even remove my tongue
Then in my soul you will remain with the last breath from my lung.
If I were a pilot you would be my journey's end, my final destination
As you are my soul, and my only true salvation;
Just think! To live any life and not ever to fall deeply in love
All that I could ever say, 'what are we really created of"?
Randy L. McClave
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem