Old friend, take us from here.
                                                                                             Undo the shackles
                                                                 that bind us to this world . . .



 

                                                                                                  Feel the blood and nerve of my body
                                                                                   fusing with your life systems,
                                                           uniting us in intimate closeness.

                                                                   We are one now,
                                                                                    you and I . . . 



 

 

                                                    We must rule the sky, 
                                                                             conquer it, and make it ours 
                                                                                                    as no one else before us.
                                                     Its every domain must feel our knowing touch . . .


  

 

 

                                                             White crested mountains 
                                                                                       erupt from the desert floor,
                                                             as if to end our sacrilegious trespass.
                                                                         They too fall before us . . .




 

                                                                 There to pause,
                                                                                 suspended in time,
                                                                  to gaze, in privileged awe
                                                                                 of its unrivaled magnificence . . . 

                                   





 

                                                          Higher, higher we soar above the earth,
                                                                                    hopelessly seeking to escape 
                                                          the gravity that imprisons us.
                                                                    Then, our valiant effort finally spent . . .

                                                                   We fall, 
                                                                             in sweet exhaustion,
                                                                    exhilarated by our daring attempt . . .




 

                                                            Thrust your proud nose  
                                                                                 into the blood-gorged rays of fire
                                                             in eclipse at the edge of the world . . . 
                                                                               


                                          

                                    For video of the complete poem and pictures, narrated by the author,
                                    go to: www.youtube.com and type "Sabre The Journey" in the search block. 

                                 

Copyright (c) 2009 by Vito Tomasino 

Sabre the Journey, a project more than forty years in the making, is my attempt to give
the reader a sense of what it was like to fly a fighter aircraft...to see the world through the
eyes of a pilot who realized, on his very first flight over the European Alps, that the gift he
was privileged to receive was truly a poetry few would ever know. It had to be shared.  

Available on-line as an ebook. See Amazon, BN, etc. 

www.youtube.com