Saddle that Wind

Far as Tomorrow does vault my skies,

from this vantage ground,

to all those forces I spy no term nor bound.

As we surpass our fathers' skill,

sons shame our own

A thousand things are hidden still,

not a hundred are known.

Bring me my horse my horse? Bring me my wings!

That I may ride, may ride the open sky.

Lift my thoughts high, and outward they will spring,

I will track em down, catch em

with my mind's eye.

Now we stand and understand,

and sunder false from true,

handle boldly with the hand,

and see and shape and do.

Had some prophet spoken true, spoken truly true,

of things to achieve, all the things we achieve,

wonders so wild,

wildly new that no man would ever believe - HEY!

Hey whaddya say, Fabio?

I can't believe it's not a turntable!

Bring me my horsemy horse? Bring me my wings!

That I may ride, may ride the open sky.

Lift my thoughts high, and outward they will spring,

I will track em down, catch em

with my mind's eye.

Friends from space, how are you all? Have you eaten yet? Come visit us if you have time.