Based on a TS Eliot Poem
A Flight of the Navigators
I
A cold coming we had of it, Just the worst time of the year For a journey, and such a long flight: The engines throbbed, their hum in our ears.
II
Dusk wrapped the runway, a shroud of gray, As we taxied, ready to soar, Three wise aviators, on a quest aloft, Chasing the stars, our course sworn.
III
Our cockpit adorned with instruments bright, Guiding us through the night’s deep blue, We sought a beacon, a celestial light, To lead us where our dreams were true.
IV
And the turbulence shook us, a turbulent dance, As we pierced the clouds, through mist and chance, A celestial navigation, our compass true, The journey of the magi, in skies we knew.
V
The radio whispered of a far-off land, A place where new horizons expand, The Magi, in flight, seeking a sign, A destination where destinies entwine.
VI
We arrived at last, our wings outspread, To a place where dreams and runways led, Aerodrome of hope, where the journey ceased, A haven found, our souls released.
VII
Yet, looking back, our eyes grew dim, For the journey transformed the core within, A flight of the magi, through realms untold, A quest in the skies, a story to unfold.
VIII
And now we rest, our wings at rest, In the hangar of time, a quiet nest, The journey of the magi, a tale to be told, Of aviators bold, and skies of gold.
