Night, When Words Fade And Things Come

You Know... When You Are Sad You Love The Sunsets.

A Man Has Many Parts, He Is Virtually Everything, And You Are Free To Select In Him That Part Which Pleases You.

If You Tame Me, It Would Be As If The Sun Came To Shine On My Life.

One Man May Hit The Mark, Another Blunder; But Heed Not These Distinctions. Only From The Alliance Of The One, Working With And Through The Other, Are Great Things Born.

So The Crew Fly On With No Thought That They Are In Motion. Like Night Over The Sea, They Are Very Far From The Earth, From Towns, From Trees. The Clock Ticks On. The Dials, The Radio Lamps, The Various Hands And Needles Go Though Their Invisible Alchemy. . . . And When The Hour Is At Hand The Pilot May Glue His Forehead To The Window With Perfect Assurance. Out Of Oblivion The Gold Has Been Smelted: There It Gleams In The Lights Of The Airport.