TAKE CARE, IT'S SUCH A LONELY SKY, THEY'LL TRAP YOUR WINGS MY LOVE AND HOLD YOUR FLIGHT, THEY'LL BUILD A CAGE AND STEAL YOUR ONLY SKY, FLY AWAY, FLY TO ME, FLY WHEN THE WIND IS HIGH, I'M SAILING BESIDE YOU IN YOUR LONELY SKY, FLY AWAY, FLY TO ME, AND IF YOU NEED MY LOVE, I'M SAILING BESIDE YOU IN YOUR LONELY SKY... I'LL COME IN WITH THE DAWN, I'M SAILING BESIDE YOU IN YOUR LONELY SKY, ON THE WINGS OF THE MORN, I'M SAILING BESIDE YOU IN YOUR LONELY SKY, ABOVE THE WORLD WE'LL BE FLYING, I'M SAILING BESIDE YOU IN YOUR LONELY SKY...
Walking aft a few feet we stand at the steering gear of the ship. There is no cozy; wheel-house on the bridge for the quartermaster of a sailing ship! He must stand at the very stern, with an unobstructed view of the sails. When sailing "by the wind" his eye is glued to the weather-side of the uppermost sail; he keeps it drawing a trace of wind, but never lets it fill.
Paul J. H. Schoemaker
Every flyer who ventures across oceans to distant lands is a potential explorer; in his or her breast burns the same fire that urged the adventurers of old to set forth in their sailing-ships for foreign lands. Riding through the air on silver wings instead of sailing the seas with white wings, he must steer his own course, for the air is uncharted, and he must therefore explore for himself the strange eddies and currents of the ever-changing sky in its many moods.
who knows if the moon's a balloon,coming out of a keen city in the sky--filled with pretty people? ( and if you and I should get into it,if they should take me and take you into their balloon, why then we'd go up higher with all the pretty people than houses and steeples and clouds: go sailing away and away sailing into a keen city which nobody's ever visited,where always it's Spring)and everyone's in love and flowers pick themselves
e. e. cummings
who knows if the moon's a balloon, coming out of a keen city in the sky-filled with pretty people? ( and if you and I should get into it, if they should take me and take you into their balloon, why then we'd go up higher with all the pretty people than houses and steeples and clouds: go sailing away and away sailing into a keen city which nobody's ever visited, where always it's Spring)and everyone's in love and flowers pick themselves