Well done to the septics for squandering the lead in the race for the highest ground. Goodbye fair flight I watched as a child, those black limned wings, as they first flew, Carrying a dream to the edge of night. Bright, beautiful fury that drew, our awed eyes skyward, and our minds further. Columbia revived, brave as your namesake. I watched as a man, those wings, on their last journey. A dream betrayed and sacrifices made. Still a fury of light, blurred by tears, a light made by knowledge and skill, dimmed by the slow leach of passion. I would follow that dream still, let our children see that same light. Farewell to Discovery, gone is our Challenger, Our bold Enterprise, is ended We still are dreaming of Atlantis, and brave Endeavour. Where now would Columbia sail from, if the land of our dreams, is lost to us?. In memory of the Space shuttle, April 12th 1981 - July 20th 2011. Per Ardua Ad Astra.