Two ships are sailing in the air,
Their anchors raised, no shadows cast
To show me the direction where
Their hidden harbors lingered last.
Bearing away, or beating to?
I see no purpose, nor do I
See billowed sails or hopeful crew;
Only the softness of the sky.
I gaze amazed with open mouth
At flying vessels soaring free;
Now gliding north, or is it south?
Or are they floating aimlessly?
Sail high and fast, eclipse the sun;
Fly ye toward lands yet unknown.
I’ll wait here, my life just begun,
Wishing to fly where you have flown.