by John Gillespie Magee
Oh I have slipped the surely bonds of earthand danced the skies on laughter silvered wings. Sunward I've climbed and joined the tumbling mirth of sun split cloudsand done a hundred things you have not dreamed of, wheeled and soared and swung high in the sunlit silence.
Hovering there I've chased the shouting wind aloft and flung my eager craft through footless halls of air. Up up the long delirious burning blue, I've topped the wind swept heights with easy grace where neither lark nor eagle flew.
And there with silent lifting mind I've trod the high untrespassed sanctity of space Put out my hand and touched the face of God.
A bit too close to home. May God rest their souls.