John Gillespie Magee, Jr. on the magic of flight:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Gillespie_Magee,_Jr.
Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue
Ive topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace.
Where never lark, or even 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.
You and I were on the same thought!
One of my favorite poems and so fitting. :-)