|
|
Sky
A flight up high, eye of the eagle,
see all about, with the trained eye.
Soaring through warm air, clean
Up in the clouds, free, together
alone, as one
up high , to a mountain top.
Fly deep, into a dream
inhaling air of wings,
scents of the freshest breeze.
I feel this sensation all throughout me,
no where to plant,
no where to stand.
The beauty of the night,
the closer the stars,
free to dream above them when some fall.
Free as a bird,
an angel without wings.
A universe of places,
an eternity through spaces.
A star, a birth
to me, to you.
Every place is the same,
our journey to no where.
© Copyright 2000 Kenneth Jp Drysdale