I was feeling sentimental during one beautiful, quiet night flight to Europe.  Downright mushy, as a matter of fact.

Night Flight

Across the frigid sea we fly,
A moonless night, a velvet sky.
Ten million points of light above
The only sound a gentle sigh.

I turn to see the man I love
And wonder what he's thinking of.
His brow is creased, he's deep in thought.
He doesn't see the stars above.

I wonder if I really ought
To rouse him and decide I'll not
The sky above is deep and vast
The craft we fly a tiny dot.

Our plane is silver, sleek and fast.
The night is long but now has passed,
The distant shore in sight at last.
The distant shore in sight at last.