kindle your inner pilot

beyond tiled rooftops
to the dawn

beyond the stuccoed
walls of time

hope emerges
like a fawn

wobbly at first
then stands sublime

we have lost
so many loves

flown and gone
like darling doves

into the future
we still fly

where shall we go
in spheric sky

our course not set
by winds of past

with fledgling wings
we push down fate

we steer toward hope
until our last

our feathers sing
sweet sky our mate

beyond tiled rooftops
to the dawn

beyond the stuccoed
walls of time

our wings raise us
to new heights

carry us forward
from heavy plights

the gift born in us
on this day

dwells within us
is here to stay

the candles we light
remind us of this night

may we learn
to kindle this flame

this pilot light
within our souls

it burns away
that old fateful rope

become our own
angels of hope

guide each other
to the truest gift

we all are saviors
when we follow

this pilot light
within our souls

beyond tiled rooftops
to the dawn

beyond the stuccoed
walls of time

we have been given
a gift with no ribbon

it takes practice
to learn to fly

let’s start today
and share the sky

About Brad Werner

Technical Evangelist
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