Cockpit

 Cockpit 

In the cockpit where dreams are real 

My wings are made of fire and steel 

My love for flying, a steadfast bond,

In the vast open sky, and far beyond.

To feel the wind's whisper, the engine's roar,

Above the clouds, where eagles soar 

Passion ignited in the azure sky 

A pilot’s love for flight will never die 

Through storms and clear skies, I navigate,

The thrill of the journey, I celebrate.

The sky is my playground, an endless muse,

A love affair with clouds, I'll never lose.

Once I've tasted flight, my soul endures

The pain of loss, no cloud obscures 

I was a pilot, but illness cast its shade,

Grounded dreams, my wings in shadows laid 

My heart, a captive bird, now longs to soar,

To feel the winds, to touch heavens once more.

I yearn to fly more than I need breath

To be grounded is a slow excruciating death

Though grounded now, my dreams ascend on high,

In every cloud, in every starlit sky.

For once I've tasted flight, my heart believes,

I'll always look upwards, where my soul perceives.

The aircraft may rest, but not my desire,

To kiss the sky, to dance with clouds of fire.

I long to fly more than the air I breathe,

This frail body will always seethe 

Though fate has clipped my wings, it's true,

My love for the skies forever grew.

For once a pilot, a heart in endless flight,

I'll always look upwards, toward the infinite light

Until the final day when I reach the Sun 

To scatter my ashes, I have finally won 

Maxwell O’Reilly