Night Flight '67

The dreams come back
when the stars take flight.
Old friends in old places
come around at night
and we ride our dark horses
through the Valley of the Loon
laying waste to Eden
and darking the moon.
Again we are dauntless,
heroes to a man.
We are the last few living,
the last ones to stand.
As the morning hides from darkness
and the images slip from sight,
I lose sight of their faces
as the dawning brings the light.
We are saddened and wizened
as around and again it goes.
We are just old men
wearing young men's clothes.


Dark horses refer to helicopter gunships.
The area is near Khe Sanh, Republic of South Vietnam.