Sleep On The Wing

Hurtling through the skies of North Africa Carving through the waves of the Strait of Hormuz Dangling a lure out in front of you Present the bait, unable to choose Upward and inward, outward and forward Sleep on the wing, fly through the night Ration your thinking to what is good for me Partition a sprinkling of what is good for you Compress the essence of what is inside your view Acknowledge the presence and fashion a frame Upward and inward, outward and forward Sleep on the wing, fly through the night Fell off the page in the right hand corner The morning after you told me Ex-Pat was dead One of the best – a top spot runner Half a second faster, she was pole on the grid!