Friday, March 25, 2005

Learning to fly.

Standing here, my senses reel,
Feeling freedom from the fear to feel.
Questions fade and fears die,
Happiness drips from the corner of my eye.


Words calm me, words be quick,
Before I forget, before mortality sticks.
My arms stretch and pine for the sky,
To learn to be free, to learn to fly.


Eyes closed tight, I breathe the air,
Free from darkness, free from despair.
In the wind’s embrace, in sunlight’s kiss,
I understand life, I feel its bliss.


Born to know, born to glide,
Born to learn, born to fly.
The edge nears, I begin to smile,
Home calls… “It’s been a while.”


Home beckons with an enchanting sway,
On the clouds, I watch the light play.
I step off and head for the sky,
To learn to be free, to learn to fly…

 

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