A Flight Of Fancy...

Below, far away, glowing lights did flow,
In pairs, to and fro, some fast, some slow;
Who might that be, finding their way,
Someone closer than me to another day?

My feet were propped, but off the ground,
No tracks, I could be lost and never be found;
Why should I have chosen this perilous mode?
Would I not be safer winding down a known road?

All I had read about the hills and oceans,
Could no longer calm my sloshing emotions;
Even light feared whatever was out yonder,
Should I have sat still and let my mind wander?

A voice spoke; was it from beyond the sky?
The speaker, certainly, was invisible to the eye!
An indicator flashed, a clank, a decline, 
I'd have gained faith, had I none in the divine.

I listened; had I mistaken a groan for a roar,
Would at least an emergency alert be extempore?
Was I safe tightly strapped to my seat?
Would I again have ground beneath my feet?

There were blinking lights, and maybe tarmac,
Thud, the wheel spun, everyone was pinned back.
After a long screech, we did seem to slow,
We stopped, so the stationary scene did show.