The Sage

Visits from somewhere starts:
From the heart, is the beat done,
To change the course of stars;
Not at night alone blown.

Our arrival: safe and sound:
The craft, level did it land,
On runway it sped: slowed;
Taxied: slowed down to stand.

Shouts of joy a distance heard:
Brothers! Sisters! Welcome back!
To my ears was the music led;
Blends of craft sound to blast.

At home arrived in time to ‘fast:
In the morn’ there he stood,
The new sage: jet black-locked,
In wisdom unblocked.