Week 473 // A Dream of Flight

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Out in the kinder air
The first breath of night
Oh how the sun went down
Behold the last remaining light

Oh darling look to me
Fly to the north
Fly up away from here
I’ll follow after for all I’m worth

I think the wind
Will always blow
I know the light
Will always go
Perhaps my wings
Will always know
A good way home

Good night to whispered words
Good night to songs
Good night night to searching thoughts
Good night with love until the dawn

I think the wind
Will always blow
I know the light
Will always go
Perhaps my wings
Will always know
A pretty good way home

Notes
I’ve been getting out of town and it’s a calming influence. Whether it has been up to the woods of New Hampshire to visit my folks, or to the rolling foothills of the Catskills to dream by the firelight with my wife, I’ve found peace in the clear air at twilight. This song is a lullaby for a person who has grown into a new restless age. So many songs for grownups cast the night as long and lonesome, and the dark as a foreboding shadow. I wanted the night to be a blanket, and the darkness to become an enveloping dream. When I dream, I want to dream of flight.

~M.E.

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