High Flight - Poem

Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I’ve climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
of sun-split clouds,—and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of—wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov’ring there,
I’ve chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air….

Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue
I’ve topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace
Where never lark nor ever eagle flew—
And, while with silent lifting mind I’ve trod
The high untrespassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.

JOHN G. MAGEE, JR., “High Flight,” September 3, 1941.

Sora, Cielo, Sky

Aviator

From the air a patchwork of ochre,
grenish and silver stones,
that brighten the earth.

Take my hand, lets take flight,
let the wind entagle your red hair,
through the storms to a cloudyless land.

Crossing the sky over a flying bridge of stars,
what lies beyond this blue curtain?

In this ephemeral journey,
in this precios instant in wich you are flowing,
as the clock goes on, over the ground, FLYER!
rise your heart to the infinity soul freedom.

by Las Noches

My newest doll "Sora" she's an aviator crossing the sky of imagination, I also write a poem or kind of .......hope you like it!

I made her with fabric and acrilycs.