God’s Chariot

 God’s Chariot 

In the cockpit, I feel the echoes of my celestial past,

Apollo's golden chariot now an aircraft so vast.

Once the Sun’s god, now as pilot I began 

Gliding through skies, fulfilling my cosmic plan.

With Apollo's lyre, I weave words into dreams 

Poet and pilot, melding at the seams 

The horizon calls, a canvas of blue and gold,

My wings slicing through clouds, valiant and bold 

With every flight I channel the ancient flame 

Apollo’s spirit within my heart, my name 

In each journey a myth reborn anew 

I navigate like Apollo, radiance shining through 

In every verse penned, in every graceful glide,

Apollo's legacy, as poet, as guide.

From heavens to aircraft, a seamless transition,

Myth and reality, in celestial rendition.

Through Apollo's legacy, my wings take flight,

A pilot's saga, in the Sun’s god's light.

Maxwell O’REILLY