SILVER SHIPS
There are trails that a lad may follow
When the years of his boyhood slip,
But I shall soar like a swallow
On the wings of a silver ship,
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Guiding my bird of metal,
One with her throbbing frame,
Floating down like a petal,
Roaring up like a flame;
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Winding the wind that scatters,
Smoke from the chimney’s lip,
Tearing the cloud to tatters
With the wings of a silver ship;
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Grazing the broad blue sky light
Up where the falcons fare,
Riding the realms of twilight,
Brushed by a comet’s hair;
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Snug in my coat of leather,
Watching the skyline swing,
Shedding the world like a feather
From the tip off a tilted wing.
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There are trails that a lad may travel
When the years of his boyhood wane,
But I’ll let a rainbow ravel
Through the wings of my silver plane.
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