My Flight

I flew my plant into the sky
We floated, the plane and I
I thought the thoughts
Of peoople below
Of freedon and life
The living ones
The ones whose places are marked
By cold still stones
The ones not born
Their lives I thought
As we flew
My plane and I
Their paths in sand I saw
Their journey not complete
And then we landed
My plane and I
We'll fly again
To see I know
Where paths have lead
This plane you know?
By Tom Stanford (1972)