Evening Flight

Wind sweeps across my face.
Life feels renewed throughout
The late evening chase
That wanders right about.

Raw flesh is tasted in some;
A silent reminder of home
And why we decided to come
Out under this gigantic dome.

Long and forever to the turn
Thoughts to stop but never do
For he may be stern,
Yourself may be, too.

Equations run through
The mind's silent eye.
Paces increase to review
Until time can satisfy.

The finish line awaits.
Don't count the steps to take
Until you truly are great
But only for your own sake.

Done and over,
Roads are now gone
Through trees and clover
Rest now, until dawn.

Up again, time is here –
Across the rocks once more –
To feel air brush the ear
And learn how to soar.