DAWN CHILDREN

DAWN CHILDREN

The jet comes in to land 
on a cloudy L.A. morning.
I can see the sea and sand, 
and a distant rainbow forming.
In the roaring of the engines; 
the whining of the jets,
a plane lifts off. Imagine...
it's full of people I've not met.

We pass with silver wings,
through the highways of the sky.
Life's a tapestry of strings, 
weaving hellos and goodbyes. 

There are faces at the windows; 
thoughts and beating hearts. 
We travel like the wind blows, 
through a life of stops and starts.
There's a sometimes wistful longing, 
to forsake the flash and boom,
for an island of belonging 
in our earthly mother's womb.

But we are sons and daughters,
in a new day, moving race.
We must sail on broader waters;
the seas of Time and Space.

We travel day and night, 
over land and sea and sky.
Thinking is a flight, 
through how and when and why. 
We have many friends. 
We meet them everywhere. 
The circle never ends, 
through land and sea and air.

We know that there's a Plan,
designed in Heavenly Order,
and the Future is a land,
just across Time's border !